Monkey Business - Poem by Long Tooth
Is free verse poetry or 'falutin name for prose?
In truth, perhaps, more saunter in the park?
A tawdry muse that's dressed in Sunday's store-bought clothes,
A mud locked boat aspires to be an ark,
An uncut diamond lacking heart or ring,
A song, perhaps, no troubadour can sing?
Not saying here that prose can never serve an end,
Not all (of value)shines the same as gold.
And time has proven lucky agate is a friend
If marble competition's all that's rolled,
If you've a 'thought' (you'd like to live in time) ,
You'll never do much better than a rhyme.
Ten thousand monkeys taught to type (if they are game) ,
Might write this poem (should bananas hold) ,
But I would argue long and hard it's not the same,
Before the verse gets found, might Hell be cold?
Their output also steeped in monkey dew:
I'm not that keen on any verse! Are you?
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