One of my recent puzzles bears a certain resemblance to this one that was posted to meta by Alconja. When this was pointed out to me, I thought that since he asked for suggestions I would post a reply for his album, as any cunning devil would.
Please note that this is meant as a lighthearted tribute to a fine puzzler. The solution contains a misspelling due to a combination of words that was too apt for me to resist. The tick goes to the one who identifies the pattern in the poem.
In dreary prose or sprightly dancing rhyme
I'm trailing worthlessly, outshin'd each time.
My crumpled words I swirl, I lyricize.
"Can't parse!" They scold or chide or criticize.
I try but then the master, unsurpassed,
Arrives. Alconja's in the house - at last!