When candles of wax my room do light,
I down sit and some poetry write,
and though the centuries late have got,
I the verb at the end of each sentence put.
Please this as poetic licence view,
because if I not do this do,
I will not able to rhyme be.
If you should this as silly see,
I you to Shakespeare remember ask.
He also in late-verbed lines did bask.
Don’t try to me from doing it ban.
If the bard it did, then I too can.
I where my Muse does lead do go.
I’m a poet and you it don’t know!
