
To make poems rhyme can sometimes be tough 
as words can seem to be from the same bough, 
yet each line’s ending sounds different, though, 
best covered up with a hiccough or cough. 
Was this upsetting to Byron or Yeats? 
Dickinson, Wordsworth, Larkin or Keats? 
Did they see these words as auditory threats? 
Could they write their lines without caveats? 
What does it matter when all’s said and done 
if you read this as scone when I meant scone? 
It’s hardly a crime. There’s no need to atone: 
language is a bowl of thick minestrone. 
So mumble these endings into your beard – 
this poem should be seen, rather than heard.
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Brian Bilston is a poet who knows it. He writes about the human condition, relationships, and buses. Agent: Jane Finigan (email: info@lutyensrubinstein.co.uk)
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        Published on August 16, 2025 00:01