An eight line verse I tried to write, <br />It kept me up near half the night. <br />Twas not so much the missing rhyme <br />More vexing was the metre’s time. <br />When in the end my pen laid flat, <br />the paper bin was bursting fat. <br />How sad the promise of that verse <br />became instead an evil curse.<br /><br />Sailing to windward<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/eight-line-curse/
