A Poem

I love a poem on a summer’s day
Or in the spring when youthful hearts resolve;
I love a rhyme scheme like ABBA:
Eight line first pose the problem, six resolve.
I love heroic couplets, too: AA,
BB, CC, and so the iambs flow
To double Z. This is the classic way
Of writing poetry in French, you know.
And then think of the dactyls, flying high
On prehistoric wings, and spondees too,
And trochees, dancing there before your eye;
Oh, I love poems, and I’m sure you do.
But I love best this fine Shakespearean blend:
Three quatrains and a couplet at the end.