Dead as the petals of last Autumn's rose
Rhyme is as dead as one must suppose
In this the literary age of poetic prose
All rhymers they are writers on the nose
Of the twenty first century critics who say the news is great
We have killed off rhyme let us celebrate
We have condemned it to the literary waste bin of time
And proved it is not poetry stuff that does rhyme
And now that rhyme is finally dead
For true poetry good times are ahead
And since rhymers are condemned to the never more
For the true poets lets hear the encore
Literary styles are changing fast
And rhymers now are of the past.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Not so my friend they are still alive and well.