Response to a prompt for Hudibrastics form of poetry
|The Non Uniform Poet
To compose as the masters did,
Is not my style; I will not kid.
Wordsworth is great, but I'm not he,
Take it or leave it, I'm just me.
My style, in truth, is just my form,
Structure denied - but really warm.
I write truely - straight from my soul,
Not syllables nor form are my goal.