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 the typo men; Just see again. the way runs up this runs and then down hill I do not think that people ought To keep the same old gait; They ought to break loose now and then And keep an evening "late." A long, straight line, without a break, Is bad for verse or men; up hill this runs and then the way runs down Just see again. |