I absolutely abhor the rhyme scheme.
’Tis the evilest form of dark magic,
Born of a fiendish poet’s foul regime,
Causing deaths so poetically tragic.
Rhymes have made my wit sulky and resigned;
Now all it does is cry in verse and mutter.
The Jabberwock has moved into my mind,
And nonsense words are all that I can utter.
So now I say we must impeach the rhyme;
Put democratic free verse in its place.
Now hunt the rhyming witches for their crime,
But do not let them plead their rhymey case.
Yet rhyming could turn out to be of use
Since this poem has survived its abuse.

Emily Harjabrata (LA Year 4 2021) is currently studying in School of the Arts, Singapore. She enjoys writing research papers and scientific reports, and hopes to become a chemist in the future. And yes, she is well aware of the irony.