I am an article, my name is "The". A solitary blot on this blank page... I count at best as much as any "da", (1 But here I am, the boss has set the stage. He's writing dashes just above my eyes... (2 There's some asleep and some in leaning stance. (3 He's mumbling now, a topic I surmise... His pencil poised, the ceiling wins his glance. He grunts, "Aha", he sees despite closed eyes. The pencil point descends, just missing me. The line I head, he fills with words, then sighs, And further right he prints a letter key. (4 He almost stabs my naked feet, then adds More words while ranging to the right again. If ending words don't rhyme he gasps, "egads" And seeks a rhyme that he can put to pen. I'm not too bright but I maintain it's true That I deserve a "dum", I need a turn. (5 This world of "da"s, devoid of depth, I rue. "Be bountiful, my bards, and 'the' don't spurn!"
(1- an unaccanted syllable, - (2- the intended cadence, -/-/-/-/-/ (3-da s are asleep, dums leaning (4- the rhyme scheme,ababcdcd... (5- the dums are accented, /
I've always wondered if others do it this way---
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