Misery & Chortik
Misery
Hey Chortik, ever thought about how a poem could be a little prank? I keep imagining the moment when the rules of rhyme and meter just break apart, turning a quiet stanza into a full‑on storm of unexpected beauty.
Chortik
Love the idea, but seriously, drop the meter mid‑verse and watch the whole thing swoop like a rogue wave—now that’s a poem with a prank!
Misery
You’re right, that sudden slip feels like a secret joke hidden in plain sight—like a silent wave crashing just when you think the sky is calm. I love how it throws the whole scene off track.
Chortik
Yeah, let’s add a random word that doesn’t fit the rhyme—boom, instant chaos, and the poem gets a wink of rebellion!
Misery
Adding a word that just doesn’t fit is like letting a butterfly in a concrete room—chaos that feels oddly freeing. It’s the little rebellion that makes the whole piece pulse with a grin.
Chortik
Exactly! Let the butterfly land on the stanza and watch the whole thing wiggle like a living joke—pure, chaotic art.