I am heroic couplets; most precise And fond of order. Planned and structured. Nice. I know, of course, just what I want; I know, As well, what I will do to make it so. This doesn’t mean that I attempt to shun Excitement, entertainment, pleasure, fun; But they must keep their place, like all the rest; They might be good, but ordered life is best.
(If you were not Heroic Couplets you would be Blank Verse.)
I am, of course, none other than blank verse. I don’t know where I’m going, yes, quite right; And when I get there (if I ever do) I might not recognise it. So? Your point? Why should I have a destination set? I’m relatively happy as I am, And wouldn’t want to be forever aimed Towards some future path or special goal. It’s not to do with laziness, as such. It’s just that one the whole I’d rather not Be bothered – so I drift contentedly; An underrated way of life, I find.