A I HATE RULES POEM

With my thesaurus and thee
I sitteth hence,
frought my furbelows
with beholdens.
I footle with lines,
iambic pentabalized,
the rapscallions. I fain would swoon
but choose to cry.
If I haven't broken every poetry rule, I sure did try.

Lila Borg Rohrer
Victor, Iowa