If I should now arrange my words just so,
to please elab'rate structures on this page,
then rote convention dictates you will see
these patterned words and label them 'blank verse',

but sprinkling just the merest hint of rhyme
upon a structure begging for a theme
can redefine perception of design,
and suddenly a quatrain is the meme;

perhaps a sonnet, blooming from the screen,
or just some couplets, simple, quick and clean?

No! I say it's a poem and it's free,
pedantic'ly iambic, obviously,
and penned to fend off definition's stamp
and fail, because of all the categories

that float around the world unstoppably
and bring 'unlabelled' crashing to its knees.