John Skelton
put his hat of felt on
put his pants and belt on
and his shoes of leather
meet for any weather.
His outfit put together
no hesitation whether
he should go outside—
Aye! I shall! He cried!
And with furious stride
went out through the wide
open front door.
Never yet before
had traveler set out
with fewer pangs of doubt
and such a shout!
Image: John Skelton, who else? No copyright on this ’cause it’s old.
A NaPoWriMo thang.
Bag of Anything 
I’ve only just become acquainted with Skeltonian verse, intrigued enough to experiment myself. Hard to make it not seem forced, which makes this, your reflection on the present incumbant, all the more impressive.
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So glad you liked it! I’ve always been very fond of Skelton’s verse, as I’m a great fan of doggerel, invective, controversy, and poetry that feels forced.
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