I, the poem, would like to introduce
My parents, Mr. and Mrs. Prose.
Scholars say that poetry is subtle,
And hiding secrets is how poetry knows.
But I would like to defend my parents,
Who keep more secrets than I.
Scholars say poetry is more subtle—but that’s a lie.
My parents understand there are things we should not say
And the poem is trouble, and needs to stay out of the way.
Prose is long. Prose can read novels all day.
Your jokes were mean. Digression is your hell.
Prose is professional in what it doesn’t tell.
Business and politics know this, because they have something to sell.
But the poem will blurt out the truth in front of your very nose.
Condolences and flowers will be sent to Mrs. Prose.