Modern verse.

by Allan Padgham   Dec 13, 2010


I seems to me that poetry
is not quite what it used to be.
Old ones were neat, they had a beat
and every tenth line did repeat.

The new, perverse, abandons verse,
with meter gone, I can but curse.
Thus I propose, we name this rose
Not poetry, but bouncy prose.

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