Poet, Abuse Not Thy Poetic License Poem by Perdita Young (Hanna Wang)

I admire your profession, aloof poets,
By rhyme and rhythm you always attract.
So many, many fans, local or distant,
Who are ready to offer you bouquets.

And you do have your special rights
To paint your word-scented landscape.
Who stays in, and who stays out,
On you everything totally depends.

Violation of grammar might earn praise,
And verbal distortion an allowed practice.
Freedom has always been much granted
As long as you do not lose your Poetic License.

Sound echoes to sense, and for better effects,
Musicality remains its backbone and neck.
Arranging words in lines, it's hardly a skill,
And all poets need to learn their own trade.

Poet, abuse NOT your Poetic License, as thus,
Since one must always try to defend one's trade.
Creation rarely be without efforts easily made
Where skills are not too adequately intense.

Aug.12th,2009.