Rhythm has a meter
Often with some rhyme
But Langston Hughes didn’t always do this all the time,
So I don’t really know
Just what I should do
But if I want a grade I guess I’ll have to muscle through.

You see, Miz DeMare
(note the Miz, Miz DeMare)
I need a point of reference,
I need something to compare
But I’ve only seen two poems by this man, though I’m aware
That the Internet is bounteous; I can’t bring myself to care.

To tell the truth
(I say, forsooth)
I’ve written something good already—
A pretentious load of blather
but it’s stable and it’s steady.
The only issue that I have is that it’s in free verse
Because, well, to be frank, to that form I am averse.
If you would like,
I will hand it in with this,
But really, I think with it there’s something quite amiss.
Don’t ask me what it is, though,
I’m sure I couldn’t find
Whatever phantom’s wreaking havoc about it in my mind.

I’m not quite sure
(is it obscure?)
If this poem has a point.
It may have started with something, but now may disappoint.
The truth is that I’m tired
Slightly wired and can’t concentrate,
So right now poetry is not something that I can contemplate.

This is my poem
(just don’t show'em)
For English III.
Be it good or be it bad, it’s part of you and part of me.
(And for that, I am quite sorry.)