It follows one of the most complicated forms I have ever seen. It is a Welsh form called, "Englynion y clyweit." Here are the rules:
4 verses, 3 lines per verse, 7 syllables per line, each line in each verse must rhyme, each verse must ask a question with the first line introducing the question, the second line describing the question, and the third line must be a sort of proverb by itself, but can fit into the other three lines in the form of a question.
On top of this, our teacher asked us to pretend we were poet lauriates for Canada, and we had to write an 'Englynion y clyweit' about the georgraphical area we reside.
OK, here it is.
The Prodigal Son
Have you seen the poor man strive
Marching down Meadowlands Drive
Strength and will cannot survive?
Is this how we're meant to die
Cold, alone, unjustified
Empty hearts are lost in time?
Did you hear the gunshot ring
Silver bullet glistening
Open flesh bleeds suffering?
Can we turn this life around
Place our feet on solid ground
What was dead is safe and found?
Colin and Co.
