I don't care what you call 'em, 
I just rhyme my goofy rhymes. 
'Don't know metaphors from manholes, 
or meters from their "iambs".

'Don't know couplets - don't know triplets 
or "iambic pentameter". 
They just rattle the addled brain 
of this geriatric amateur.

A "quatrain's" a French "hoe-down". 
"Trochees"? Cough drops to me. 
"Anapests" are "plain-folk" brethren 
here in my locality.

"Dactyls" were flying reptiles 
among the dinosaurs of old. 
"Villanelle" was a Mexican "bad-guy" 
(or so I have been told).

A "palindrome's" a camel - 
Of course, "tenor' is a singer. 
An "accentual syllabic meter"? 
Now that's a REAL "humdinger"!

I don't use those "run on lines"; 
(Is this baseball or poetry?!) 
And my platoon formation stanzas 
march in rigid symmetry. 
I don't know about "persona", 
so I can't write an "ode" or "sonnet". 
But I WILL keep right on writing! 
You can bet your "booty" on it!

I know you all use "cuss" words 
for this "crap" that I compose: 
It ain't "poetry" - it ain't proper . . . 
But it GOTTA be "Non-Prose"!