Metre Matters Our Language



By Josie Whitehead

You cannot eat iambic feet

    Served with a tasty sauce.

You cannot ride iambic feet -

    They’re nothing like a horse.


You cannot pick them from a tree –

     They’re nothing like a plum.

They march across a poetry page

     di DUM di DUM di DUM.


I AM, I AM, I AM, I AM –

     Oh hear them loud and clear,

I AM, I AM, I AM, I AM –

      There’s nothing much to fear.


Don’t try to spread them on your toast,

     The taste would be too sweet.

Just keep them for your special poems –

      Those fun iambic feet!



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