Alas & Alack, When Will Poetry Be Back?



Though poetry does not know me,
It's fair to say I know poetry.
The kind that poets used to write,
With simile and metaphor,
Onomatopoeia, and much more.

When every stanza had a rhyme,
And poets always took the time
To smell the roses on the vine.
To know the rules
And toe the line.

Now I fear it's not that way
There are no rules to know today
Poets now write lit'rature
The kind that's really so obscure
The reader's left with thoughts impure and meter doesn't count for much of anything at all.