As any slightly seasoned reader knows,
a story needn't rhyme, nor fit a form.
Compelling words are plentiful in prose.
Haiku and villanelle are not the norm.
But neither are an owl and cat who sail
together in a green (or any) boat,
nor backward lines that flip a fairy tale,
nor anything that Jack Prelutsky wrote.
A cradle rock-a-bye-ing in a tree;
a poem made by stretching out a word;
they're odd, it's true, but try them and you'll see
the joy they bring to novice or to nerd.
No, normal we have never claimed to be.
Enjoy the month that honors poetry.
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