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I find it extremely encouraging somehow
that someone with an ox, behind a plow
invented the line, the meter, the feet.
This kind of invention's certainly sweet.

I know I'd make inordinate awkward and ultimately foolish gaffes
when composing or versifying had it been those very tall giraffes
who invented poetry. Or consider the ponderous hippo;
those rotund lines — not even lipo
suction would improve 'em. I couldn't stab at
the bounce of the bounding rabbit.
And 8 times worse is
the poetics of octopuses.

No. Give me two
bare feet, no sox.
I'll plod along
behind my ox.

      — Sharon Kourous