“Once upon a time” is old.
Poets search for something bold
And enter worlds lacking sense
In search of some new meaning.

Images of “careless trees”
They will say evokes the free;
Personification is
Their deadliest enemy.

Some think every line must rhyme
And follow common meter.
A truly welcome effort
‘Til they use words like “praetor.”

Still others try to pass off as poetry
A string of phrases or sentences broken up
Arbitrarily.
This is convenient because it takes no talent whatsoever.
I think they call it “free verse.”

What is a cynic to do?
What relief is there for him?
The only way this can end:
Write a poem and click “send.”