Liar, Liar

A man who often will not keep his word
Finds that when he has to deal sincerely,
He may run into trouble being heard.
Maybe folks at first will view him queerly,
And sometimes they will even think to laugh.
‘Til the truth is seen a bit more clearly,
They blow him off as if he were but chaff.
None who know him trust his commentary.
Were he to speak a word or paragraph,
They would listen more to a canary.

Copyright © 2018 Abigail Gronway – All Rights Reserved

Scansion:
Stress Matrix Dectet ~ 10-line poem with 10 syllables per line
rhyme and rhythm are strict
odd lines are iambic pentameter; even lines are trochaic pentameter
Rhyme scheme: aBaBcBcDcD, where the lowercase letters represent iambic lines and the uppercase letters represent trochaic lines
This poem is mathematically precise, for the end result is a perfectly symmetrical rhyme and a checkerboard effect of stressed and unstressed syllables.

 

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