Syllables, they said,
One-two-three,
A meter made.
Feet, at times three,
So stressed!
A pentameter, short , long.
A whole five feet, not less,
Two and a half people?
So confused, no more fun;
So stressed!
Shall I weep?
Or sip and dip,
Iambs, yuck-no!
Ohh Benny.
Syllables, they said,
One-two-three,
A meter made.
Feet, at times three,
Unstressed!
Read – Away – A Poem by Comfort Okyere, Ghana
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