My culture is maternal
The linchpin of our succession arsenal
Where maternity is fact
While paternity makes little impact
When nephews their unclessucceed
With little argument to proceed
To ascension to a throne
Without the help of a dodgy drone
Paternity draws in its wake
When vigilant maternity all along awake
Stirs in a dainty certainty
To paternity's vanity
Thumped with a thud
Pundits call a dud in a stud
The piety of society underplays
While maternity doubt waylays and slays.
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You have rhyme all the way through. I don't know much about poetry, but I thought free verse did not rhyme. You called this free verse, but isn't it really couplets instead?