A Perfect Poem
I like to play with plosives,
though rhymes are more explosive.
A surfeit of sibilance supposes
that alliterations still arouse.
I like to play with plosives,
though repetition’s locomotive.
I find consonance conductive,
while meter oft doth drowse.
I like to play with plosives,
though these devices are divisive.
As my rhymes slant, indecisive,
still these plosives I’ll espouse.


















