I amb confused on which is which.
I really am trying to follow the pitch.
My feet are tangled, my muse is sore.
I’ve tri-ed, I’ve di-ed, I’m pent up and hexed.
It’s unstress,STRESS; less “un” than STRESS.
I’ve two left feet, a dizzy muse.
I’m thinking in syllables, all confused.
I can’t stop rhyming, although I’ve tried.
(No really, I can’t stop. Brain=fried.)
Not at my best,
I must confess
that all this counting
leaves me STRESSED.
Another one for Victoria’s dVerse meter prompt. 😉