Poesy To 'T' Rap

POESY TO (T)RAP A poem for a competition is requested. Who is the judge and what does s/he like? Does political correctness circumscribe the contest? Where shall the heart of upbeat poet strike? Cancel that. The rhyming is old-fashioned. Like speech the rhythm may not regulate. And look out! Verses must not raise their Symmetrical countenances Lest the spirit of anarchy lose her boot straps And struggle in the destitute tradition Of great Milton, Longfellow or even Aussie Murray Who could write an essay that reads like poetry, So condensed are the thoughts into his vocab. Oh dear! What craziness begins each line in capital Consonant or vowel. I’m begging on my knees To be forgiven for such outlandish tradition – But I can’t help it. Perhaps I’m just the juicy bug that eats the Leaf of modern thought. I’ve yet to morph into The rap of modern poesy. Forget that word! But don’t you know computers now have stolen my Authority. They think they know what I must write And capitalise each brand new line against my Deliberation with the lower case, in catastrophic singularity. Oh! I must importune my reader that the ‘oh dear’ line began my Battle with computer misread of my desperate attempt to Start a line in lower case and perhaps Climb out of the chrysalis of poesy And flutter the wings of rap. And then complaints concern the excessive use Of punctuation when they sight the quotes around ‘oh dear’. Success at last! One line at least begins in lower case! Perhaps, indeed, the chrysalis is snapped And I can yet emerge a modern poet!