The Irony of Free Verse

The irony of free verse, Is the lack of freedom shown. To freely use, The style we choose, To make the work our own. For what is free verse anyway, But evidence of naught? Your scenic side, Is not a ride, That anyone has bought. The writing lab that nurtured you, May tell you love is dead. But then, again, No tongue, or pen, Is suitable, but red. The emperor was marching, In a matching suit and tie. Or so he thought, The clothes he bought, Were catching to the eye. Her ladyship was speechless, As the emperor drew close. When suddenly, A boy of three, Said “Daddy has no clothes! If nobody is on your boat, The sky is just as blue. The ocean breeze, Is sure to please, A one-eyed cat or two. The sea is for surrender, But the verse is always free. To write your song, And sing along, With love from you to me.