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Seven syllables would be
long enough for any line.
With a terse verse form, you see,
I can get along just fine.
But seven feet! I must admit that seems exceeding wide,
as if to start out on a voyage, a full round-Britain trip.
I’ll need a ton of words to fill each line from side to side,
verbosely quite enough to float or sink a battle-ship.
But perhaps instead I will go the whole hog, the full nine yards: turn the paper onto its side and write each line
in something approaching or aping the style of that wonderfully eccentric twentieth-century American poet,
Mr Ogden Nash, and carry on without much attention to metre, until I can mark its end with such a strong and obvious rhyme
that even if my audience hear it spoken aloud rather than seeing it on the page they will certainly know it.