On musing bench in country garden
Rests our writer, Merry Ted Bear.
In the pleasant Summer morning
Merry Ted Bear sat and waited
As the breeze so full of freshness
Whispered through the trees and branches
While the sunshine warmed his body
While he pondered poem meter
Realising that trochaic
Was the reason for the epic
Once a pen starts in this rhythm
It can’t stop, it keeps on going.
That explains why poem author’s