Beats

In matters of metre, I am but a child
I find trochees tricky and mess with my style
A spondee is good, as it bears double weight,
While dactyls are surely less sullenly sedate,
Tripping as they do along twister-tied tongues,
And asking yet more of versified lungs;
And what of tetrameter? Ask well you might!
It’s quite a tight fit, but is playful and light.
Mess it around in whatever you rhyme,
Spurn its restrictions - for prosody's crime
Is holding the poet to ransom and rules
When what it should give are loosely held tools
That aid and abet an idea in verse
Instead of making the structure seem terse.
In my small opinion, I do think it best
If metre is seen as no more than a pest.