Of course, we could do Viking poetry
http://www.vikinganswerlady.com/meters.htm
Boyish you were, bane of, staying,
barest wolf-greed, men unruly;
helmsman ran with hostile thinking,
high-ship-front's, from you and country
Or Vogon poetry:
O Feedled Gruntbuggly,
? ... Thy nacturations are to me!
As plurdled gabbleblochits on a lurgid bee.
Groop, I emplore thee, my foonting turlingdromes.
And hooptiously drangle me with crinkly bindlewurdles
or I will rend thee in gabberwarts with my burglecruncheon,
See if I don't!