Is poetry a science or an art, its form an inmate's solitary state, enchained by prose's flavor, naught but tart, encased in walls of brick or solid slate?
When wisdom rules as commeth forth from mind; if crystal hard, a mold, no choice allows. Behold, we've verse of scientific kind, less choice for guffaws, nor for laughs and howls.
If verse is art, the poet then is free to entertain us any way his muse can choose, like Charlie on "Berg's" knee, and none of Milton's methods man may lose.
May bards e'er be the forces to elate, humanity's approach to verse, sublime and pray our minds we vow to never sate and lose these joys we nurse with beat and rhyme.
note "Berg's" =Edgar Bergin, ventriloquist/humorist, Charlie McCarthy was his dummy
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