Rhyming's Blase
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We are all gathered here today
to lament rhyming poetry's death.
Fledgling poets think it's blasé,
regardless of its rhythm and breath.
Lyrical poetry's called cliché,
though it's been recited for years.
For now; there's a different way
of expressing cheers, fears, and tears.
Lost to dusty pages of time,
rhyme died; because critics shunned it.
And its once clear distinctive chime;
was stripped of its rapier wit.
Beloved, and yet missed by few,
it has slipped into history.
But when I hear what rhyme can do,
its death remains a mystery.
It was laid to rest by freestyle,
so lift your pens; bid it adieu!
Yet, visit it once in a while;
just to keep its legacy true.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2015
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