True poetry’s designer language,
the Lamborghini of the written word.
It’s a fugue by Shostakovich,
sounds that simply must be heard.
It’s the Bauhaus of the printed page.
Timeless, like a Rolex fake,
the universal way to gauge
emotions that can make
you drunk, like the tempranillo grape.
As eye-catching as an angler’s hook,
as streamlined as a dolphin’s shape,
they’re the words that make a book a book.
But mostly poetry’s just a bit of fun
and difficult to handle, like a sticky bun!