To write an ode that rhymes
requires an art:
to set from spoken word apart
the poet wishing to impart
a wisdom so profound.
Expect the verse, at times,
to change a sound:
the center of a stanza bound
to flip the former form around
and end much like the start.
A new sound may appear,
and fill the space
of other words that take this place,
which one expects to fit the case
of patterns that repeat.
But to the mold adhere
and too the beat,
to, without error, thus complete
a poem on poetic feat
of planned and perfect pace.
[and just to lead the audience astray
(and dodge the risk of sounding too cliché),
Ill change the beat and scheme and, if I may,
throw in a needless bit that in no way
can possibly fit in an ode that rhymes]












