All I can say is, iamb happy to have been there for it.

Five iambs and an anapest was the beat he tramped to now.

Without the translation, the vuvv’s ode, its scratchy iambs and dactyls, sound like someone walking forcefully in corduroys.

That’s the spirit of the terrible, wonderful “Desperate Measures”: Have iamb, will travel.

You could wish that Mr. Stuelpnagel had found more to work with in the iambs.