I use my poetic licence a lot
It's a vital piece of ID.
The poet patrol wouldn't let me across
Or exchange me some rhyme currency

It's dog eared by now, beyond repair
and should it fall to bits,
I'll order me another
for all language's misfits

I keep it to hand when I jiggle my jots
Ought to get it laminated
Cover my back when the words don't quite fit
In the stanza I've created

The poem police are out there you know,
in search of a dodgy poet
Always carry it in your head,
just in case you have to show it!

I'll whip it out, right hear and now
to eyeball with an orange.
See how it calms a nervous twitch
Into an nervous twinge!

When a full rhyme can't be found,
Don't give up hope, or swear, or curse.
Half rhyme , alliterate....assonate .....
Or just 'free verse ' !