PaD 19/365: The Joy of Poetry

Something very similar to this one was my very first poem. Granted, I have no clue what happened to them all, but I felt this one needed revisiting, so here ya go! Back then, I was making fun of it cause I hated it... Now I'm making fun of it, but I like it :)

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THE JOY OF POETRY

Poetry can seduce with prose most mellifluous,

With nuance of existence most meticulous.

Or it can just be silly and funny to enjoy,

With words that anyone can understand and employ.

Poetry can flow,

Using both rhyme and meter,

Such as these right here.

Or it can just go on and on with

Breaks in ran-

dom places to make it

seem much more

d

e

e

p

Or even just keep going on with one really long line to make someone think that there's something extra poignant in it, despite the fact that it is simply thrown in to try to make an excuse for depth at a future time like this one right here.

Poetry can aid us in our humanity,

Our continuing search for meaning and sanity.

Or it can be crude, rude and crass

Using words like “boobs”, “screw” and “meanass.”

But when all is said and done,

Poetry is fun for everyone!