Doggerel Sandwich

In poetry, as everything, there comes a time

When words you use or say must rhyme.

It is a convention most well respected,

That, in poetry, through time, it has infected.

Though poetry has changed, these days,

Detected no longer the cloying tones repeated;

In free verse now, unchained, poetry is seated…

The muse, free from her bonds, abed where she lays,

Safe from infection, enjoying her ways.