Ah-bah is not how you pronounce their name
it's Abba. Jeez! You graceless philistine!
Just like this poem's rhyme they were pristine,
deserving of the praise, the clout, and fame.
If there were two (a multiversal claim)
or just imagine if there were sixteen,
just two or three would flood the music scene
and disco halls would never be the same.
#abbaabba #iambicpentameter #italianoctave #poetry
So this might be a weekend of weak endings,
and pyrrhic or trochaic substitutions,
for which you must offer your absolutions
to me, your kind supplier of light versings.
Happenstance can force a poets handings,
especially if they're not very goodshuns,
but you're not here to hear my reservations,
simply to witness my latest debacl'ings.