To Write Great Poetry...

After the thousandth plodding line,
(That pedantic, graceless curse,)
I feel the need to teach a lesson
On the basic nature of verse.

What is the key to a fluid poem?
(Techniques and opinions aside,)
Does it lie in pouring your heart on the page,
On setting your couplets in rhyme?

It's none and none and none of these
That make a poem sublime.
(Your passion and loosened positioning,
Make great and terrible time.)

What is the key, then, what is the key?
I can practically hear you demand.
Test your patience, Theopolis,
The answer is almost at hand!

Don't count your syllables -- (that's just an aside,)
And it's not that finicky rhyme,
It's all about RHYTHM -- don't give me that look!
Go improve the poetic clime!