Poetry Commotion

In for a penny, in for a pound,

let's take a punt on the poem-go-round.

Three for a dactyl, one for the rhyme;

let's fit the words in, seven at a time.

Force in a kenning, deploy your inky feather,

fluffy cotton metaphors, for any cloudy weather.

Let's be craftsmen, let's make it work,

hope they never notice, you're writing like a berk.

Put in a simile, leave out a word,

keep on changing, polishing a turd.

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