Perfect stanzas

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Verses whose rhymes and rhythm forms a symbiosis with the meaning, like a glove fitting perfectly on someone's hand. It's as if the poem or song were specially written for just those words.

Gus is the Cat at the Theatre Door.

His name, as I ought to have told you before,

is really "Asparagus" — but that's such a fuss

to pronounce that we usually call him

just "Gus".

— Cats, "Gus: The Theatre Cat"

And when you've filled in all the forms

and been passed clear of all disease,

debriefed, debugged, dedrugged, disarmed

and disinfected; please

don't forget the guys

who cut your keys.

— Chess, "Embassy lament"

I don't need my army of so-called 'advisors'

and helpers to tell me

the man who's revitalised chess single-handed

is more or less out of his brain,

when it's very clear

he's sane.

— Chess, "The Russian and Molokov"

Now I'm

where I want to be and who I want to be, and

doing what I always said I would

and yet I feel I haven't won at all;

running for my life and never looking back

in case there's someone right behind to shoot me down

and say he always knew I'd fall.

— Chess, "Where I want to be"

"You boil it in sawdust: you salt it in glue:

you condense it with locusts and tape:

still keeping one principal object in view—

to preserve its symmetrical shape."

— Lewis Carroll, "The hunting of the Snark"

As you watch yourself caring

About a minor sporting triumph, sharing

Your win with esoterics,

Paranoids, hysterics

Who don't pay any attention to

What goes on around them;

They leave the one they love the way they found them.

A normal person must

Dismiss you with disgust

And weep for those who trusted you.

— Chess, "Endgame"