Poetry
The teacher said, 'We'll discuss poetry
Today.' As with everything, the class groaned.
'What is poetry?' he asked the students.
A voluntary surge of hands went up.
'Mark, what is poetry?' The teacher asked.
'An expression of our inner feelings.'
'Well done, Mark, an expression of feeling,'
He said. 'What do we mean by poetry?
How do we write a good poem?' he asked.
'Who wants to write a poem?' The class groaned.
'Not me!' Someone shouted. 'Put your hands up.'
A couple of hands were raised by students.
'It's written in verses,' said some students,
'It helps us pour out all of our feelings,'
They said. 'No,' said the teacher, 'They write up
In stanzas. Verses are not poetry,
But in song. Write in stanzas...' The class groaned.
'Sir, may I write in verses?' Someone asked.
'Why is it called stanzas?' another asked.
'Isn't it the same thing?' said some students.
'It is not the same thing,' another groaned.
'As in song, you may pour out your feelings
In stanzas, instead. That is poetry,'
Said the teacher, 'So write all your thoughts up.'
As the class began writing their thoughts up,
There were a few more questions to be asked.
'My writing's in verse, is that poetry?'
The teacher replies to all his students.
He wants them all to explore their feelings.
'Write two poems for homework.' The class groaned.
'.. and of course poetry's in verse...' he groaned.
'You'll learn more about it by writing up,'
He said, 'A great way to explore feelings.'
He defined each and every word they asked,
In their lexicography, the students
Did write. They learnt much about poetry.
Bell rang, the class groaned, no more poetry.
Up they got now, as all of the students