Parental Advisory

Hear Ye. Hear Ye. Here we propose to posit prose-like poetry
forming a form of continuous connectivity,
to communicate considerable contemplative reflectivity.

Simply put, we pose this where
prose-like poetry is what you’ll hear
when wondering where the time went
while reading such rhyme wonderments
as oft are wrought, and revealed thusly,
each whit of wit written Hieronymously.

The Fly

Picture this:                             
                    Maybe. Perhaps. 
If reading results in a time lapse, 
then when you hear rhythmic word taps 
you bridge your gaps twixt each synapse. 

That's how you are hardwired, inherently. 
Reading words rhymed can, apparently,
cause you tiny mind explosions, 
as said rhymes reveal the notions 
that you base your future acts on, 
using your dendrites and axons. 

It's just simple super-symmetry, high energy related 
in a way that one could say's been telemetrically translated. 
As you read prose poetry, your mind becomes a thing 
whereby the why before what lies in store presents events in strings. 
Now, since that sounds confusing, we'll be using this example 
to show how it's done, how rhymes can run. Pardon the pun-ish sample: 

I’m both poetic genius, 
and prosaically savant. 
In terms of what transpires between us, 
most consider me piquant.

So, here’s a self-made observation 
from someone whose self says 'Hi', 
that simply shows a how relationship, 
without explaining why, 
because when Hi, to say why so relates 
might sound a bit old-fashioned, 
not unlike the why he stated 
in The Fly wrote Ogden Nash on. 

God in his wisdom made the fly.
Now you know why. You’re welcome.


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