Poetry; Admit it: This is weird.

[Anonymous No.16888460]

I met a traveller from an antique land A
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone B
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand, A
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown, B
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, A
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read C
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, D
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed: C
And on the pedestal these words appear: E
'My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: D
Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!' E
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay F
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare E
The lone and level sands stretch far away. F

>A
>B
>A
>B
>A

>C
>D
>C

>E
>D

>E
>F
>E
>F

[Anonymous No.16888476]

>>16888460
>stone
>frown (as in rhymes with thrown?)
?

[inb4 banned No.16888514]

>>16888476
might as well add
>appear
>despair
>bair
in there. Doesnt mean their (unconventional) pronounciations arent intended to rhyme.