Prosaic Poetry Poem by Lento Maez
Prosaic Poetry
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
Thursday, November 14, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: frustration
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8/28/2026 11:35:01 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
the muse of unkind words turned you into a poet, turns into poetry prose. I like this one.