Poetry
 [by Dr.Who3]

To write with synchronicity
describing to capacity
the fullness of felicity
and adding to it mirth

to satisfy rapacity
of readers whose tenacity
exceeds with elasticity
the bounds of all reality
to search for hidden worth.
 
Will they find it truly;
and would I seem unruly
if, when writing all this drama,
I placed a teeny comma
who would, like a
tiny traffic cop
bring the readers 
to a stop,

and make them
think, and think, and think,
before they plunge ahead
till the poem's finally read
and there is finally quiet
in the mind where 
all was riot
before a wink
from father time
allowed the spanning
of this rhyme?