Musical Symphony Of My Unsaid Words

Poetry on Poetry 😉😉

Everyone: What is Poetry?
My Answer:(reads the following poem)
It flows in rhyming cuplets,
or it tells about octuplets.

It can count the syllables,
or it can talk of dirt that's tillable.

It has a rhythm like a song,
as complicated as majong.

It doesn't really need to rhyme,
it just has to have that chime.

The word that makes you say,
"Oh, that really makes my day".

For this is a poem about poetry,
or so it is supposedly,
not about what the poet sees
or even exact symmetry.

for my words have ambibuity,
and my minds eye an acuity.

for theese words take ingenuity,
and an amount of heterogeneity;
absolutely no geometry,

because poetry is fun,
and everyone knows that geometry is no fun.

but going back to poetry,
I swear I have normal psychometry.

a poem must be something that can me pleasurably read,
it can even be a poem about something that is dead.

It's all about interpretation,
and a poets hold over word creation.

Shakespeare, Frost and Dickinson,
Poe, Yeats and Tennyson.

any person similar to Firth,
must be worth his own Wordsworth.

And that my friends is poetries,
Though I would have rather written of tree's.