[Baraonda]

Zot rhymed; it's Julius Caeser that don't rhyme.

I like quatrines that rhyme, like NnB's poetry.

[Das Outsider]

I like quatrines that rhyme, like NnB's poetry.

So do I. It's nice to have a break from strict A-B-A-B (or A-A-B-B), but sometimes you've got to have the flow and the rhyme, in which case I present the following:

The Tale of Two Trolls

Two trolls meandered on the Net,
Liberals, yea, they were,
They came up from The Underground,
Of this we can be sure,

One's name was Steve, the other, Red,
"To Free Republic!" did they cry,
And once upon the van'ty thread,
Was there that they did die,

Lo! The flames, they rose so high,
Most vicious was their Zot,
Words that cause most men to cry,
Upon their bones to rot

[Knitting A Conundrum]

Wiley wight who would with words
require not reason to choose rhyme
over alliterative analysis --

This poet poutingly pleads
Benedryl blues bouncing by
to scramble sense stentoriously.

Adieu.
Good night, and a good morrow.