This is a serious poem
It wears a serious face
It will not fritter away the words
It knows its place.
Perfectly balanced
Neither too long nor too short
It gazes solemnly heavenwards
Like a real poem ought.
Familiar with the classics
It drops names with ease.
Here comes Plato with Lycidas
And look, there’s Demosthenes!
A serious poem will often end
With two lines that rhyme.
But not always.