Oh Woe!

Oh!
Oh dear.
Oh dear me.
Whatever do I see?
Diamonds are on the page.
They are fashionable, all the rage!
The entire world is a platform, a stage
My mind unfettered flees the cage.
Intellect a battle will wage
with words; setting free
diamonds from me!
Oh destiny
Oh!

Woe
Woe betide.
Woe betide all
those I don't enthral
with my diamond shaped verse!
Perhaps I should now always converse
via a rhymed symmetry to this universe!
Restricted form that is perverse.
Perilously I'd try to traverse.
Downward I would fall.
No curtain call.
No encore.
Woe!

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