Then Janie spake, "Fer Heaven's sake
What's all this ruckus for?
32K ain't makin' hay, 'tis a number, nothing more.
Nice and round with big vowel sounds, ok, I'll give you that.
Amos, shook his head and touched the big brim of his hat.
Breathing deep, he laid a post and boldly hit submit.
Dear MOM, he sighed (he nearly cried) you raised some idiots.
Some of them can not bear to stick with rhyme or meter
Well, rhyme perhaps, but makes no sense to end this line with Peter.