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.

But 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.