Rhyming Quaint lyrics

Infatuated without restraint

Poems and prose then paint

Rhymes and meters often tain

Shallow, redundant, and quaint

But translations opted meter

Original purpose must teeter

Superimposing ego greeter

Inadaquacy, the real repeater

Original thought is a treasure

Not to be stolen with pleasure

Nor covered over at leisure

Forgotten still, its full measure