The Real Poetry

With eloquent verbosity, and pompous grandiosity, he'll voice his bellicosity to show his intellect. Devoid of any symmetry, he'll pass it off as poetry, but may I beg to differ, though I mean no disrespect. Blank verse is what he'll call it, but no matter how you drawl it, Mister Webster says that verse means metric writing. Since blank means lack of color, I'll bet two cents to a dollar, it's not poetry at all that he's reciting. Way back when I wore knickers, there were even then traffickers in this beat-less rhyme-less writing, goodness knows. But things were simpler then, you see. We never called it poetry. If there's no rhyme or rhythm, it's just prose. They say I'm no romanticist, and surely I'm no fantasist, but somewhat a semanticist, who loves to turn a phrase. I like to rhyme in meter, and for me there's nothing neater, than a rhyming meter-beater, bringing back those good old days.