I find that I prefer a frame,
a structure, there to hang my words.
And rhyme, or words that sound the same
phonetic'ly like herds and birds.
I like beginnings, endings too,
perhaps a middle in between.
I like a narrative, to view
the places that my verse has been.
And verses too. A way to break
the action up and bring a pause,
and so confirm the common take
that an effect must have a cause.
But don't a fascist name me yet.
As room there is for fractured prose.
For rhyme-less rounds, no rhythm set.
Just don't expect me to write those.
And at the end, with your good grace,
I'd rather, if I had the choice,
present my labours face to face.
Delivered by a human voice