A couplet’s not the hardest form to do,
Yet if well done may outlive even you,
For if your craft has made a well-built meme,
Then it may haunt hereafter like a dream
Passed on from mouth to mouth perpetually
Till lodged at last within eternity.
So Geoffrey Chaucer showed, the father of
Our English poetry, who soared above
All rivals in his craft with his keen ear
For beat and rhymes that magically appear,
Although it is his tales that most enchant,
Which nothing made hereafter will supplant.
One couplet more and this poor verse is done
That, though no winner, shows the game is fun.