Great spondee with your heavy feet,
a trochee cried dismayed,
Don’t step on me and squash me flat,
you’d really spoil my day.
A passing iamb heard the shout
and rushed to her defence,
then brandishing a metre stick
declared in present tense,
Avast, desist, break-off I say,
stand back a pace, right now
refuse and dactyls I will loose,
with anapests, I vow.
The spondee was outnumbered
and he knew when he was beat,
so slowly turned upon his heel
then lumbered in retreat.
The trochee and the iamb
then observed how they were matched;
a perfect mating couple,
so their mutual itch they scratched.