The Last Ride Together


(An old-fashioned poet takes leave of his Pegasus)

WITH ‘vers libre’ and the like I have no patience
(Old-fashioned bards to modern fads are foes),
And, now I’ve realized my limitations,
I’ll write in prose.
My Pegasus, farewell! I sadly leave you
For some new master to bestride and break;
But ere we part, my steed, this hint I’ll give you,
For old sake’s sake.
Be up-to-date, and realize, instanter,
That modern poets dub smooth metres ‘rot’;
So make your gait, instead of one long canter,
A turkey trot!