The penultimate poem:
What to do?
A hindmost haiku?
A terminal triolet?
The remotest rondeau?
I don't know.
The farthest free-verse?
A succeeding sestina?
The lowermost limerick?
Nothing seems to stick.
A closing cynghanedd?
An eventual elegy?
The rearmost ruba'i?
No idea, guess I'll die.
Maybe a mix of forms
Both strict and free,
That will serve
As a grand finale.
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