An Ode to Poetry

When thoughts overfill the brain,
And the man thinks himself expressive,
He hunts desperately for a drain,
And to this world does a poem give.

People often pen philosophy,
Sometimes indulge in humour.
The aim is to prevent atrophy,
And to thaw the painful tumour.

Wannabes act pseudo-intellectual
By praising poetry that seems abstract.
Even if their understanding is peripheral,
They pretend to have mastered the extract.

Some don’t rhyme style with smile,
Some stop writing 4-line verses.
They think it sounds too puerile,
They revel in confusing the masses.

Good poets use imagery
To illustrate their emotions.
Good poets pose many a query,
Eliciting many interpretations.

Good poetry might make us roll in laughter,
Or might rip our hearts to shreds.
Above all it should have comprehensible matter,
And not make us scratch our heads.