I got an interview
at the New York County
District Attorney's Office.

Why, I never asked for
such an opportunity.

It was dropped in me lap
so far so good until
a Stella gave me a call.

Revealed a condition
that could only be bad
news travels fast in my head.

If I get accepted
I am never to come
again as a law student.

Oh woe, oh woe is me!
My choice, what can it be?
Figure out this poem* and see!

I mean it, there's actually a pattern. The first to find it gets a prize!

*Say "poem" as though it rhymes with "foam."

Well, you've got a six-six-seven syllable thing going on for the most part, although the two-line stanza doesn't fit.
» randomjunk on 2010-05-20 05:30:10

^^^agree with rj.
» thaitanic on 2010-05-20 08:52:23

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