ITT: We speak in rhymes

I often wish that I in verse could speak,
But dare not do, lest men my verse critique.
I call upon you loungers, lounging here:
Within this thread let naught but rhymes appear.
And write in iambs grouped in pairs of five,
Such is the form that rhymers best contrive.

Untold delights in arts of old the spirits sung about
Unheard songs of lost long tongues and all the tales told

Of worlds between and the dance of the gates unseen