What is a poem?
I once asked.
Somebody told me that they start with a blast.
“Hmm...How weird, I cannot say,
For that to be the actual way.”
My best friend Paula says,
“Of course THAT isn’t the way!
A poem has to be very nice,
With flowers, and a little spice.
I believed her once,
I believed her twice.
But now I know that it wasn’t right.
Then finally, my dear teacher said...
“Books away, we’ll do reading instead!”
I once asked.
Somebody told me that they start with a blast.
“Hmm...How weird, I cannot say,
For that to be the actual way.”
My best friend Paula says,
“Of course THAT isn’t the way!
A poem has to be very nice,
With flowers, and a little spice.
I believed her once,
I believed her twice.
But now I know that it wasn’t right.
Then finally, my dear teacher said...
“Books away, we’ll do reading instead!”
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