It's True Poem by Margaret Gaffney

It's True



Poetry is amorous,
Slightly contaminous
Pretty preposterous
Stuff.
Editors freeze it,
White bearders wheeze it,
Teachers applaud it,
Pupils delaud it,
Critics acclaim it,
Readers defame it.
Poetry is irresistible,
Spiritually upliftable,
Wholly commendable,
Really remarkable,
Stuff.

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