The truth finally comes out
I shall now type some lines on a lark (I'm silly); When I rhyme, my kid begs- Please stop it! No really! She insists ev'ry day that I cease the abuse; That my words just annoy; that I'm no Dr. Seuss. And she's right, I admit, 'bout my quips and puns weak; Endless reasons to cringe when I verse tongue-in-cheek. Perhaps I should refrain when she's perched on my lap; Cuz to tell you the truth, I'm much better at rap!
Hopscotch with Anapestic tetrameter
Today, at d’Verse we were prompted to write poems with tetrameter — and anapests.
Specifically, we were instructed to hopscotch like children in spring, doing anapests, which means two unstressed syllables, followed by one stressed. da-da-DAM. Anapestic tetrameter means four stressed syllables on each line (so each line has twelve syllables). It’s a form mastered by Dr. Seuss, which my daughter and I are very familiar with.
And, apparently, Eminem also makes use of anapestic tetrameter:
I suck at rap.