Every once upon a time,
I try to write with words that rhyme.

But when I compile them in a tome,
Spelling often blows my pome.

And when I work on perfect meter,
I end up scanning lines that teeter.

If I subtly use a metaphor,
It stands out like a semaphore.

But wait! Isn’t that a simile?
You see, they’re all about the same to me.

Lest I err o’er words archaic,
I ne’er allow an apostrophaic.

Poetry comes from what you make it.
Try doggerel and you can fake it.

from: Points In Time