B: Xxxviii: Password - Poem by Douglas Scotney
When spirit's almost gone,
Will I still be capable of reporting the irony
In a sixteen line poem of rhyme scheme
abba a baab b abba a,
Not one of the a's or b's a repeated word,
And of saying, 'That's no sign of spirit!
I started collecting rhymes
Right back at the start?
'Besides: Born French, Born Lucky,
Is certainly true with rhyme.'
I've started writing in French.
Now, to get my hands on
Baudelaire's rhyme book,
And stretch my average
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