I'm doing a couplet or two and a rictameter to catch up with the one I swapped for free verse the other day. If you want to know what a couplet is, go here. If you want to know what a rictameter is, go here. Otherwise, and firstly, enjoy.
There's always a fork with a crooked tine
You show me yours and I'll show you mine
They refuse to lie in a handy stack
All carefully balanced, front to back
You can try to straighten them one and all
But into a haystack they generally fall
I finally just got o'er my OCD traits
And set them all nicely beside the plates.
(I think I'm that crooked fork.) Okay, here's my chicken rictameter: