I wrote a poem
I thought was fine,
Until I read
The final line.
It all made sense
up to those words,
But after that
Strange things occurred.
I had five stanzas
which did not rhyme,
And did not flow
In steady time.
Then suddenly
A meter stuck,
The endings rhymed
Thought, "what the heck?"
It was my luck
To quickly find,
A nasty wreck
And did unwind.
All of the those words
I had just wrote,
The meter got saggy
And the rhyming broke.
So I left this mess
And despite the bother,
Tried again
To write another.
But any poem
That's worth the time,
Will make sense
To the final line.