And her scansion’s all over the place.
Anapestic/Dactlyic disgrace!
What made ME want to beat ’er?
She mixed monometer
With hexameter! Get me my mace!

No, no, I’ll be fine, Stanley, in time.
It’s just one more high mountain to climb.
In the life of a writer,
One finds many things shiter,
Like that novelist/beat poet/mime!

No, I can’t take her scansion too seriously;
I’m afraid I must tell her imperiously,
“No more flawed iterations
“Of these doggy orations,
“Or ’twill change your grade, quite deleteriously!