This is a little experimental poetry I threw together, trying to end lines only with prepositions. Strunk and White would probably be horrified that I’m ending lines with prepositions, but that’s the sort of nonsense up with which we will not put. ( I cheated a little on some lines, but there is no English preposition rhyming with “across,” and most other prepositions don’t rhyme.)

In the long, long before,
It chanced to come about,
Man was all but done for
Our luck was all but out.

But see, there came around
A man from up above.
It seemed he had come down
The one we had most need of.

The things he saved us from
Were all the things that killed us.
And the stage this happened on
Where was it? Across.


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