Treasure Island

Lento Maez


Prosaic Poetry


She said that my prose was prosaic
I loved it when she talked dirty to me
Then I found out what prosaic meant
So I turned to poetry to help me vent
The frustration I felt with unkind words
She now calls my prose poetic
And that is her final edict

Submitted: Thursday, November 14, 2013
Edited: Friday, November 15, 2013
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