‘I am the strings of a guitar!’
A little bit contrived, perhaps?
‘The castles which you build are made of sand.’
Perhaps. It doesn’t scan, though, does it?
One foot too many: five, not four
(it didn’t listen to the ‘Halt!’ command).
But look! Another line of five!
Ironic, is it not?
And that last line was one too short!
And here it suddenly occurs to me
that this particular, poetical endeavour,
would have been, had it rhymed,
a bit more memorable, enjoyable and clever.