Iamb in the mood for pentameter
The end of sandal season has arrived,
And so it’s time to don my Converse shoes.
But since the spring they have barely survived;
Their soles’ padding they’ve begun to lose.
And so I went to buy some more at Schuh,
To find them twelve pounds dearer than before.
I chose a hue to match my mood of blue,
And fifty pounds the poorer left the store.
My feet are looking tidy, looking neat;
And now this poem has sufficient feet.