One more quatrain and this story will met it's inevitable fate.
A quandary still remains before we thread the needle, run the gauntlet.
Is their and edict, a bit of decorum for prose that flows past the tides?
Shall it end with more tetralogy, or more fitting an ironic couplet?
Don't miss your chance to participate in the summation of the thirty day poetic experiment that is "Quatrain-O-Tha' Day". Let me know your thoughts on how it should END.