Completely random, my brain just popped this out. I have converted it from scribbles on a scrap of paper to this, so sorry for any mistakes.


Poetry is a free-for-all,

For men and women,

For black and white,

For the old and the young.

It is for the convicts and

The innocent, it is for

Bonnie Parker and

It is for that elderly

Woman down the street.

It is for fathers and mothers

And the man behind the

Counter at the flower

Shop on the hill.

It is for everybody,

And it is a celebration

And a plea, and the hope

That somebody will listen.

And it is a tale, nobody

On the Earth knows where

It will end. That's part of

The beauty of poetry.

The End

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