Youbidmetry dobson bm
You bid me try, Blue Eyes, To write a rondo. What? Forthwith? Tonight? Reflect.
Some skill I have. It is true, but thirteen lines, And rhymed on two, Refrain as well? Ah hapless plight! Still there are five lines, Ranged aright,
These gallic bonds I feared Would fright my easy muse. They did, Till you, you bid me try. What makes them eight? The ports in sight? Tis all because your eyes are bright.
Now just a pair to end in ooh. When maid's command, what can't we do? Behold the rondo, tasteful light. You bid me try. End of poem.
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