When first appeared non-rhyming naked emperors?
Were they followed by a flock of publishers and editors?
My wonderful Aunt Rita will tell you – and she knows,
Poetry that doesn’t rhyme, should be called prose.
Defenders will say – “it is the flowing words and meter!”
That’s all very well if you’re trying to be a preacher.
Mr. Dumpty didn’t sit on the fence – I suppose,
He didn’t want his story, told to kids as prose.
Posted by Bog Rhymer 
