He said,iamb not myself today
You seemed unaware,
The anapest will soon come in
You seem not to care.
The trochee sang
The dactyls rang
Fry gave them a glare.
For spondee-licious he was not
Neither here nor there;
He said again,iamb he you seek
Here and everywhere.
A pyrrhic victory for rules
Slang for souls with flair.
Iamb,iamb,iamb,iamb
Ic pentameters dare