a review of a work of free verse

 
 
I’m quite pleased to see
your lines of darlin’ poetry.
readin’ them has made me feel,
well, happier’n Alaskan ice
 
awarmin’ under restin’ seal.
I know that true free verse and such
cannot rhyme, at least not very much.
it does, indeed, appear
 
your ballsy cantos here
are not in present need of constant rhyme,
I’ll say … but only this time.
I can now to comfy bunk retire,
 
my mind aclutter, all afire,
brimmed full to grossly fat
with prompted storms of thought.
for my predicted sleepless night,
 
my gen’rous thanks a lot …
for makin’ cause for sleepless plight.
from me, before it’s off to cot
I, trudgin’, feebly trot,
a rate of five you’ve aptly earned---
 
and I made sure you got.