Relaxation

                                       

I always like the freakish verse,

     The kind that runs downstairs;

The kind that circles round the page,

     Or does its turn in squares.

It’s fun to see the poets’ stunts,

     Helped by composing men;

Just see                                   again

     the way                        runs up

          this runs         and then

                   downhill

I do not think that people ought

     To keep the same old gait;

They might break loose now and then

     And keep an evening late.

A long, straight line, without a break

     Is bad for verse or men;

                     uphill

          this runs         and then

     the way                        runs down

Just see                                        again.

June 29, ‘09