I found an old poem construction kit, beneath
an anthology of crime. 'One Verse, arial
point twelve' ; the cover - a clown, (not sure why).
The contents are listed as follows:
enjambments - eleven; caesuras - five; a subtle
allusion (that seems to be missing); words
or pieces - one hundred and nine (one internal rhyme).
Inside, also, a metre rule: a strange, archaic device,
that I can't seem to work without twisting things round,
though... I'm unsure I'm using it right. 
Completed, the poem looks proud of itself,
but it leans a bit to one side - and,
disconcertingly , three pieces remain, at the bottom
of the bag.