You Poets Of The World

You poets of the World you may well feel proud
As the literary critics sing your praises loud
And condemn every rhymer to poetasters hell
Since rhyme is their new idea of what doggerel

Is since it is they who decide
On what true poetry is on their literary opinions they take pride
Since they are the dons of universities
The people who can boast of literary degrees

You poets of the World your poems may not rhyme
But you are the true poets of this age and time
You are those chosen by those of literary power
Like the roses of Summer you have come to flower

You are chosen as people of literary note
By the literary elite who tell us a rhymer cannot be a poet
Those who in their opinions believe that they cannot be wrong
That rhyme to a long gone age does belong

The mid twentieth century rhyme has not survived
You poets of the World your time has arrived
In a literary World that is changing fast
It does seem that rhyme is a thing of the past.