Calling a paragraph a poem
Just ‘cause you use strange words
Is lazy as a stone garden gnome
Left lying, faded, in the woods
At the very least make a story
A picture to be observed
Something interesting, not boring
Maybe throw us a curve
How ‘bout a story on a frog
With a ring round its neck
Or what about a razorback hog
That fell asleep on the deck
Humor, sorrow, love, or hate
Draws them in for thinking
All good topics you leave for bait
Tears may be held back blinking
To walk away with faces puzzled
Should not be end all
To be rehearsed and not be muzzled
Is surely a poets call
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