I must admit, my heart broke a little bit,
Hearing you call poetry boring.
Poetry can evoke, totes emotes,
Sending our hearts a-soaring!

With pretty prose, and colourful cadence,
Some poems are written to cheer us.
Others are dark, no walk in the park,
All about blood, Guts and corpses.

Where would we be, without poetry?
No songs to sing, nor limerick’s whit,
“Baby’s Shoes” to the “Iliad” gone,
And the world would be sadder for it.
If any of this, puts a curl on your lips,
Then you’ve probably liked poetry all along.