She said that my prose was prosaic
I loved it when she talked dirty to me
Then I found out what prosaic meant
So I turned to poetry to help me vent
The frustration I felt with unkind words
She now calls my prose poetic
And that is her final edict
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the muse of unkind words turned you into a poet, turns into poetry prose. I like this one.