The Meter is Running

[AuntShecky]

On this thread participants on the LitNet can their original
metered
verses -- i.e. poems that more or less "scan."

This first one is from yours truly as a possible example of
blank verse :
unrhymed iambic pentameter:


“Husbandry”

Once scorned, a woman spurns her next new chance,
no matter rare or fine the man may be,
regarding him as risk of further woe,
and thus the choice of joy is tossed away.

Yet he persists pursuing fruitless game
though odds are bad of winning her for good.
As time will watch the fairest petals fade
and drop straight down as if they never bloomed,
so weary swain thus plants a backup crop
in potent hope of reaping fertile love.

The former choosy lady fails to see
the pattern of ground she broke herself.
With irate hands she slaps her hips and cries:
“You see? I told you men were all alike!”

[AuntShecky]

This one takes the same form of meter and adds rhyme:

“Swing and a Miss”

An innuendo swings both ways. Pure words
from mouths all clean get caught by dirty ears.
The double entendre will show a face
to tell a guy if he should score or roam.
He reads the signs like ancient omen birds
who hint that lust can conquer rookie fears.
They also tell the gal he'll steal her base
unless she quickly makes a run for home.
But when you see a damsel blush on cue,
don't instantly believe that virtue’s blind.
Her burning cheeks will prove themselves a clue
she’s wise enough to know what’s on his mind.

[AuntShecky]

Another asymmetrical disorder can be found in this
thread. (http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?p=542537#post542537)