iambic pentameter has always come as naturally as breathing to me. I can dash sonnets off very fast, and if I do too many at once then I start thinking in iambs

If I didn't adore you I'd hate you. I have NO SENSE OF RHYTHM whatsoever. I have never been able to construct metrical poetry of any sort. *sulks*

Outa sheer morbid curiosity, when you have spare time in some mythical future, read something of mine and tell me if my (lack of) rhythym hurts your head and how? (Therefore pick something short. One of the Merlin or Arthurian drabbles, maybe.)