The poet persisted.

My joy over my ode to the ibex the other day has led me into a composing frenzy. Just try to get me to stop! We poets are made of sterner stuff than that. We're known for it. If it were up to the doubting Thomases, Billy Shakespeare would have quit at seven or eight sonnets. But he persisted! Now he has 154, and who knows? His career might really take off.

I was inspired by a brief couplet from another writer that incidentally combined rhyming words in an incidental singsong. You don't want that in your prose unless you have a darn good reason, so I had to take him to the woodshed. But for my poetic muse it was pure inspiration. So here comes another one!

The Unsuitable Suitor

Proposal consisted

Of favors enlisted

Morality twisted

Exotic place vistaed

Beyond her the world was so wide

The sister resisted

The mister persisted

And leering, insisted

Proclivities listed

Were what all celebrities tried

She'd hardly existed

If she were tightfisted

With love, and unlisted

But he said he'd trysted

Her type with his masculine wile

His nose she then fisted

The mister, delisted

By she, unassisted

At last he desisted

A bloody, insensible pile

Moral:

In life it is better to have coexisted

Than wind up all battered and royally pisted.