A Wise Man's Tale

A question once asked,
An answer never quite given.
For how did poetry come about,
And became the most profound language known to us.

A wise man once said,
"A lady once the apple of my eye,
Oh and she planted on my cheeks,
Yes these lovely rosy cheeks of mine,
A kiss of not that sort,
Far worse than fine.

Out from my mouth they flowed,
One word at a time,
They slowly rhymed,
And by themselves they began to shine."




Copyright © 2007.
Written by Emmanuel Joseph Victor (2007).
All Rights Reserved.