I've been listening to some new CDs to try and increase my music stash, and the most recent one I ripped songs from was "Wicked," a musical adaptation of the novel. In doing so, I smacked straight into the reason why I so much enjoy rhymed poetry: what I've grown up with, loved, and clung to in my musical listening is songs that play cleverly with meter and rhyme, most particularly musicals (1776, Kiss Me Kate, Camelot), but also individual artists (Kirsty MacColl is big on this; some of Gloria Estefan's lyrics from "Wrapped" in particular are amazing). So of course this internal musical voice is what I look for when I try to write poetry.
Also, I missed my exercise again yesterday. Wow, I am just off my game.