There was a town called Poetry
The mayor was Synecdoche
Across the street lived old King Cole
He may have been a metaphor
One day the town did teeter
It had left the hectameter
But when the day was all done
they found it was an awful pun
Shakespear lived, yes it was he!
Very good with Similes
But when it came to personification
The people took a long vacation
The barber was under lots of stress
His cousin was called Anapest
She was in a lot of pain
Cause she gave birth to a quatrain
Couplets and triplets aren't that bad
But tetrameters are very sad
Rhyming was in their very creed
This was a town called Poetry
-Katie Hammermaster