Consider it a Creative Constraint
Consider it a creative constraint
Not to light the fire
When the mind goes blank and the ink runs dry
Let the shivering inspire
Consider it a creative constraint
To dance while penning words
Of your admissions of childhood shame
Of turmoil, and butchered birds
Consider it a creative constraint
Unlike a common amateur
To incite revolt against the PM
In strictest iambic pentameter
Consider it a creative constraint
To finish this poem before the chance
The too-much-tea you drank at lunch
Makes another appear-ance
Consider it a creative constraint
To include footnotes in the structure of rhyme
An avant-garde suggestion you’ll find
Is an idea well before its time
Consider it a creative constraint
From the burning mulberry don’t flee
Address the root and branch on hot singed paper
If I may recommend, quite rapidly
Consider it a creative constraint
To write a poem with pretty shitty meter, at least one dodgy rhyme and no real conclusion