... Well, I reckon not, I would not scorn a rondeau, villanelle, Ballade, sestina, triolet, rondel, Or e'en a quatrain, humble and forgot, An so it made my Pegasus to trot His morning lap what time he heard the bell; An so it made the poem stuff to jell— To mix a met.—an so it boil'd ... — Tobogganing On Parnassus • Franklin P. Adams
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