© 2017 by P Michael Biggs
The heart of a poem is it rhymes
And that is good sometimes
It can tell of a crime
And where and what time
A good poem often rhymes
Poems don’t always make sense
You’ll often find intrigue and pretense
Heroes, damsels, danger and suspense
And occasionally a word like thence or whence
Poems can enlarge the soul
That is usually the goal
They often console
Like a warm soup bowl
Poems do indeed enlarge the soul
Poems are the stuff of life
They tell of troubles and strife
They can rhyme and roam
They often speak of home
Yes, poems are the stuff of life
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