In olden poems, rank of perfection
Was based on the rhyme selection,
Now, none are chose..
Everything's Prose

Artful lines from A. Lord Tennyson
Gave eye treats like meats of venison
Now, no does,,
Everything's Prose

The lines are plain, today
Like a chain, today
A lost train, today
No refrain, today
Just sound strain, today
It's insane, today..
In 'em, no good rhythm flows..

The pages of rhyme dictionaries
Are now mats for caged canaries
That's how it goes..
Everything's Prose

Stanza rules, on cliff edge, teeters
New style's designed for cheaters
Cuz' less thought shows..
Everything's Prose

Mod authors can't compete with classic
Penned monsters like in Park, Jurassic
Their books we close..
Everything's Prose

If Junes and moons you liked,
Lyric'd tunes you liked,
Love and dove you liked
Of, above you liked
Cousin'd vowels you liked
Give out big howls, you might,
For some Edgar Allen Poes..

At new po-etiquette, I'm stewin'
No time soon, will I be doin'
Unrhymed verse shows..
(Or) Anything Prose

Not Anything Prose