In Competition No. 2433 you were asked for a poem in which each line’s rhymed ending is a truncated word.
When I’ve a syllable de trop,
I cut it off without apol:
This verbal sacrifice, I know,
May irritate the schol;
But all must praise my devilish cunn
Who realise that Time is Mon.
This verse from ‘Poetical Economy’ suggests that its author, Harry Graham, writing in the 1930s, was the inventor of this game, one which you played with brio.
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