You ain’t no poet

He said, “Hey there I heard
Your poem. It was absurd.”
“How so man, please tell me?”
“It didn’t rhyme you see.”
“Dear man it sometimes goes,
Poetry’s called in prose.
No structure, form or line,
Just picture words define.”
“Well, you ain’t no poet,
Poems rhyme I know it.”
“I gift to you this time
A poem set in rhyme.”
Dedicated to a snarly bass player.
© Zora Zebic 2016

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