The assigment was to write in pentameter. Of course, I thought it was to write in iambic pentameter, so that's what I did. Here's what I came up with, and it's quite honestly the worst poem I've ever written in my life:
Imitating Travel
The cab came in along the FDR,
I rolled the window down to feel the air,
The East River, a finger’s breadth away,
And everything I see wants me to stay,
Beyond the pale of this quick two-day trip.
Honestly, it's the worst thing I've ever come up with...
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