this is an educated <br />refined, cultured, poem <br />fit to clothe a queen’s body <br />radiant enough to sit on a king’s head <br />no doubt, <br />the king’d head on a silver plate <br /> <br />this is elegant, truthful, <br />and most dignified as robes <br />and gold threads on a priest’s mitre <br />and ermine round the waists <br /> <br />this is immaculate, <br />probing, penetrative and sedate <br />so well-constructed, traditional <br />so cast into meter and scanned <br />so organised and adept <br />as a gynaecologists’s fingers <br /> <br />and last but not least <br />it is reverend, respectful and silent <br />as full of respect as are holy poems and sonnets <br />and poems all fit into good form and shape <br />and thus it refrains from 4-letter words <br />though - shit! - sometimes it slips and falls <br />like a drunkard, into the gutters <br /> <br />but it is the fault of the terrain<br /><br />Raj Arumugam<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-is-an-educated-cultured-poem/
