Lay the cards on the table
all you poets unable
to create a good rhyme.
It is surely no crime
but it should be admitted
when you write those quick-witted
creations with meaning
that you are always leaning
on the stout tree named prose,
which gives shade to the rose
of those past generations
where the great titillations
of the Masters prevail
and no roses would scale
any tree for sheer fun
and the warmth of the sun
as it shines on the glade
wanders in on the shade.
I had previously mentioned
a benignly intentioned
and fun competition
which could bring to fruitition
some well-hidden beliefs
it's like pulling down briefs
or removing the blinds
so let's busy our minds
and announce an MC
who will show us the key
and lay down proper rules
for this gaggle of fools.
Herbert Nehrlich
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/competition/
