There’s a very fine distinction
Between poetry and prose:
It’s such a fine dividing line
And no-one really knows.
You once could tell the difference
‘Cos poetry would rhyme
But poets just don’t bother now;
They haven’t got the time.
They can’t be arsed with lexicons,
Thesauruses and such,
With rhyming schemes and metre;
They don’t bother much with much.
But me, I’m more traditional,
I like a bit of rhyming.
I like the metricality
Of complicated timing.
I like the words to trip along
With a bit of bounce and bubble.
I think poets should be bothered
And they ought to take the trouble,
For that’s the sort of poetry
For which a reader hankers -
And if poets can’t be bothered
Then they’re just a load of … prose-writers