|R.I.P. Black&Decker Brew n' Go. Nearly 12 years of service you gave me.|
Which served Ryan 'till it went belly-up.
'Cause a large leak it's sprung,
Down the curtain it's run,
And it sure as hell won't be replaced by a K-cup.
My apologies to Jubal Harshaw, but when the meter/elision/spondee/trochee doesn't quite work, we just leave it to the editors at The New Yorker. You know, those editors floating around out there who search the webs for wonky poetry.