Rhymes are sublime
And a lovely way to spend time.
But while you debate whether to spice it up with lime and thyme
Can she do more than make a petty, pretty rhyme?
Can she breathe peppermint flakes on an ice cream mountain?
And ride a rollercoaster submarine under a chocolate fountain?
Is her heart transcendent, further than the farthest constellation?
Is her mind capable of infinite subatomic devastation?
Where does her wit end?
Does it even start then?
So I’ll let the universe decide… is she a poet?
And regardless of the answer… should we let her know it?
Contributor: Jose Porrata