The Poet Lorikeet

Written after a reading by Australia's Poet Laureate Les Murray when given an honorary doctorate at Sydney University . Rubbish.

THE POET LORIKEET

Rarely, is a poet honored for his craft

Unlike prose purveyors

Most, think the poet daft

Playing ‘round with words that rhyme

Seems a futile task

But to the poet, the task is worth the time

A poet does not write just for publication

But to sate an inner need

As an oyster grows a pearl in response to irritation 

A novelist may read a contemporary’s book

Perhaps to hone his own style 

The poet has himself, so never needs to look

His poetry is naught but a passing introspection

Once cast "  is set adrift

No pain is in the snip to umbilical connection

Samuel Coleridge Taylor, Byron, Belloc, Blake "

Knew how to write a poem

They rhymed for rhyming’s sake

But today’s poet is but a poseur gnome 

Afraid of rhyme and metre,

Prose, " poses as a poem

A sophisticated trick " of Chandon & Möetry

" Froth begetting bubbles,

Bubbled prose, becoming, " poetry

What has happened to rhyme?

Has it become a dirty word?

Sage rosemary & ...... ???

Have we become just so sophisticated?

That we cannot gaily smile 

‘less there’s an X that’s triple rated!

Prosetry’s a cop out, a sophist’s lazy tool

Crude, most times " unerudite

The jester playing fool

Some revel in the plaudits bestowed by institutions

" Others just rebel!

Needing no such absolutions!

Reaching deep inside, wrestling visceral slime

Pounding, grinding, moulding words - 

But it does deserve rhyme!!!!

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