I had students pair up for this poetry exercise. It turned out extremely well, I think--everyone had novel solutions to work against the grain of the couplets (this isn't anti-Pope, btw. Pope rocks. Pope would be, to paraphrase Atmosphere, bigger than guns and cigarettes if he were alive today). Here is a poem by one of the pairs:
Then build a New, or act it in a Plain.
offend in Arts
by a Love to Parts
One glaring carmine Chaos and wild Pile
of wit; spit deposit
Poets like Painters; the naked
Nature and the Living Grace,
whose Lies convinc'd at Sight we find
That gives us back
of our Mind: As bodies materialize through
Excess of Blood.
Words are like Alexander Pope;
--Leslie Matton-Flynn and Kathy Peterson