Now, Pyrrhic foot: twice introduced or shown;
a trick some poets use to gain an edge.
Some ‘pose it , though it’s mostly unbeknown
to them whose innocence be privileged.
The dainty line, where Shakespeare said we must
speak, trippingly, upon the wanton tongue.
So now my foot is firmly, simply thrust:
Oh, Magic! when the word’s so aptly hung.
Once entered, please allow the tempo’s time:
allow it, love; once in that spin you’re in.
It’s sure, the sound of poetry’s near rhyme
will cast you in the beat fore you begin.
Oh, lovely is the pyrrhic foot: well-kept;
So long as in the mouth it has not slept!