Out of Order
Oblomov
I've broken my rhyming machine
Whatever can it signify?
I've injured my assonance also
That used to dance the salsa.
Everything comes out free verse.
Is this a step forward or a setback?
All alliteration also left me of late
And metaphor has met a similar end.
I fell in love the other day -
Naturally she ran a mile -
I couldn't think just what to utter.
She must have thought I was a looney.
Don't even talk about rhyme riche!
That's another son-of-a-gun.
If metre goes as well,
I will truly be in a place of eternal torment.
Oblomov ©2002
