Captain Cur suggested that I should greet
the notorious Webmistress of the Deep
Underground Poetry’s subconscious link
to vocabularies curt inner speech
of poetic meter and rhyming verse
or iambic pentameter’s rigid curse
where freestyle debarks the classic strain
misunderstanding Shakespeare's quip refrains
or unbearable bearing of one’s soul,
is chicken soup really balm in a bowl?
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