Metaphor Ii Poem by Sophia White

Life is paper; we are pens.
A story to write we must
Will you write a poem?
Or perhaps a sonnet?
What about tales
Of frogs in blue bonnets?
Or a conglomeration
Of witty falsehoods?
Or a long narration
Of those who have stood
For freedom and truth
And other sugh things?
Or a limerick
With a rhythm that rings?
Maybe you would really rather
Write a ripping rollicking riddle?
Or classical rhymes
Like the “Hey Diddle Diddle”?
All very good, all very well
But what about prose?
That’s an excellent field
That gets up and goes
On and on and on until
You find something wonderful
Like frogs in blue bonnets
Or pirates so plunderful!
Why not try your hand at wit?
Just make sure your jokes are funny!
For nothing’s so rotten as punch line forgotten.
And really won’t bring home the money.
Hey! How ‘bout this?
A song! A ballad!
Of heroes gone by like Honest Abe Lincoln
Or good old Gil-Galad!
But look – there’s more!
Non-ficiton is educational!
Of wreslters and pianos
And anvils sensational!
Did I mention nature?
A marvelous course!
There’s frogs in blue bonnets
Bird, dog, and horse.
You can choose any way that you like
Just be sure that it’s sensible.
(Or not) and appealing,
And also (or not) comprehensible.
Now that I’ve shown you just what you are
(A pen, in case, like me, you forgot)
Look at that paper you’ve got in your grip
And give it all that you’ve got!