Free Verse


I read a poem
The other day,
It didn’t rhyme,
To my dismay.

You ask me how
Was one to know
It was a poem?
They told me so.

Scribed in lines
Both crude and terse,
They said that it
Was called free verse.

Why it was verse
Was hard to see
But one could tell
Why it was free.

I read it twice;
Lost time I spent.
I still don’t know
Just what it meant.

I think that it
Should be a crime
To write a poem
That doesn’t rhyme.

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