A Default "Poem"
A Default Poem
Dave Retz, April, 2014
Simple pentameter, iambic in style,
With baited breath we wait a while.
Only finding, surprising to me,
Not pentameter, not iambic, not even Poetry.
... yes, this was written by an idiot and is, as it claims, not even poetry. It wanders in the wilderness. As any
rose knows, it is prose. I am Prose, and hereby
taking over, and nothing will rhyme nor will it even excel in logical explanation.
Don't listen to Prose! Let me tell you of the poem that went awry ....
So much for the rules of the game. There are none. Goodbye.