For the most clever and amusing poetic form, one really need look no further than the double dactyl. Here's one by George Starbuck. Said

J. Alfred Prufrock to

Hugh Selwyn Mauberly,

"What ever happened to

Senlin, ought-nine?"

"One with the passion for

Orientalia?"

"Rather." "Lost track of him."

"Pity." "Design."