Monkey Business

Is free verse poetry or 'falutin name for prose, In truth, perhaps, more saunter in the park? A tawdry muse that's dressed in Sunday's store-bought clothes, A mud locked boat aspires to be an ark, An uncut diamond lacking heart or ring, A song, perhaps, no troubadour can sing? Not saying here that prose can never serve an end, Not all (of value) shines the same as gold. And time has proven lucky agate is a friend If marble competition's all that's rolled, If you've a thought (you'd like to live in time), You'll never do much better than a rhyme. Ten thousand monkeys taught to type (if they are game), Might write this poem (should bananas hold), But I would argue long and hard it's not the same, Before the verse get's found, might Hell be cold? Their output also steeped in monkey dew: I'm not that keen on any verse! Are you? Long Tooth April 20, 2018