And so some of you judged, approved and decided And I had to oblige, for some were elated. They raved at all the poems, felt they were a good read And so I naturally, their craving had to feed. The poems remain just as before, As such, minus the metaphors. Whether on "sol" or treading soil, Neither "rime" or rhyme had to toil. They glided in lively quatrains As they once did from eyes to brains And the warm feel the leave behind Is for you, my dear folks to find.
