Before you start to write your sonnet down,
a little help with rhythm may well aid.
Two kicks, the horse began to canter round
with alternating stress, the tune it played
Impelling us and telling us the gate
The rise and then the fall within the beat
The chorus of the carousel will wait
for us to match the hooves with metered feet
dee DA dee DA indeed, we did agree
Such emphasis would take us round the ring
a lolling rolling rigmarole for me
to syncopate the words until they sing
But unlike on a real horse, I must beg
tis better to bounce on the Inside leg.
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