A rollicking fairy tale told with stringent poetic constraints! Here are the first six stanzas of thirty-three.

BARON AARON

The Baron Aaron, though of great nobility,
Did not appear particularly noble.
His face was red and round, his features mobile,
His body squat and scot-free of agility.

His intellect was frivolous and trivial;
He wasn’t ranked as one of nature’s smarties.
He spent his nights in masquerades and parties,
For he was unabashedly convivial.

He liked to party in the commissariat,
Where he made merry with the joyful gentry.
Beside the entryway, he kept a sentry
To pour out sherry for the proletariat.

The sentry was an adolescent layabout
Whose name was Darrin, and he had a sweetie.
He used his bayonet to write graffiti
About her charms, which he had lots to say about.

The object of his reveries was Beverly,
Who polished all the silverware and pewter.
She wasn’t very smitten with her suitor,
But then, he didn’t court her very cleverly.

He’d offer her a daisy or geranium,
Then scurry off with an embarrassed titter.
She’d drop the tattered token in the litter,
Persuaded he’d had trauma to the cranium.