entombed in the shrine of zeroes and ones

snip snap, snip snap, little trochee!
iambs make my poem pokey!
anapests just make it sappy,
you just make it oh-so-happy!

amphibrachs sound very choppy,
dactyls make the rhythm sloppy.
trochees are the foot for me,
they fill me up with joy and glee!

higgledy piggledy
holy fuck, oh! this hurts,
my poor left instep was
terribly sprained

swelling and bruising and
soft tissue trauma have
left my foot useless and
utterly pained

There was once a young girl named Adele
whose vagina had quite a nice smell
She would rub to ensure
that the odor was pure
so her panties on eBay would sell