When goal is wry, each word a lie,
I tell it like it aint.
Let words imply, no clue supply,
mistruth without restraint!
Without the smile, with all that guile,
in verse there is no chance.
For all the while, mislead's the style,
the reader tends to trance.
So better be on guard you see,
one needn't swing a pendant.
Don't plan on me, the third degree
though I'll be the defendant.
On 1/14 I posted in Hermia's an exercize in irony titled "The Happy Failure".
The usage of irony and hyperbole in verse make for tremendous confusion, as without facial expressions, voice inflections, body language, it is difficult for the poetry reader to determine the true intent of the poet's message.
When such bardly style is used, I believe it only fair that the reader be warned and I will do so.