Ode To Beauty

All the poets I invited. "Mull over Beauty". I asked. To their waiting inkpots they hied. On their prolific imagination they relied. The senses they all becomingly exploited. Awe- inspiring tropes they invented. Fetchingly, tuneful rhymes they produced. Pompously, their musical verses they chanted "Stop it! Stop it!" I shouted, discontented. None of their odes, my feelings, awakened To the curtain I walked and the 'beauty' I unveiled Speechless,they all stood,totally affected. When they talked, they hardly babbled. Their muse, they furiously cursed. The soul-stirring poet I praised. The lord who your beauty he molded.