I LKE to SEE it LAP the MILES--
And LICK the VALLeys UP--
And STOP to FEED itSELF at TANKS--
And THEN--proDIGious STEP
AROUND a PILE of MOUNtains--
And SUPerCILLious PEER
In SHANties--BY the SIDES of ROADS--
And THEN a --
Aw, that sucks!
But you can see--hear--what happens when you read this poem in the obvious way, as iambic tetrameter.