For years I’ve longed to have a perfect smile;
At last the long-awaited day has come.
I didn’t know they’d be so worrisome—
Will my mouth be this tender all the while?
They say there is no profit without pain;
I only hope it will not be in vain.
My daughter never did so carry on;
She chuckles now to see her mom complain.
From further loud laments I shall refrain,
Envisioning my smile when these are gone.
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Two quatrains and a couplet, usually in iambic tetrameter or pentameter.
The stanzas may appear in any order, but the couplet usually comes at the end.
Rhyme scheme varies according to the whim of the poet.
Rhyme scheme for this one: abba cc deed
This one is in iambic pentameter