Yes, I suppose, I could write in prose
somtimes it rhymes, at times it flows
and sometimes milk comes out your nose
i guess that's just the way life goes
And if the words refuse to scan
I'll scrap it - throw it in the pan
And try again another day
To write the words I want to say
So as long as a twisted path-way
Makes the direction of "flow" smooth and sway
suave in texture, too crisp is tan
So few are kind amongst many human
Remorse a tear of dew-drop rose
And let leaves aside brush benevalent toes
Too rash of a scratch, I dare not impose
The reverse twist of this poem (!) coming to close.
(lines 9 - 16 are done by , you guessed it, Barry from Maricopa!)

I'm sorry if I ruined your piece of advice by adding more rhyme/prose into it. I just thought it a "reverse twist" - doing the opposite rhyme scheme with that of the same recurring rhymes 'twisted' so that the flow matches with that of the beginning! - would be cool to tdo that day. Sorry for any confusion as well! :S