I was developed in a womb of Balladry
Sustained for 9 months with love and Blank Verse
Brought into this world as an Epigram
And breathed in Lyrics my first breath on this Earth
I am the Haiku that swallowed Couplets
The Idyll that devours Stanzas
Was breast fed Litotes
And spooned different processed Caesuras
I lay in rest in Sonnets
Learned to walk in Odes
Ran through Narrative Epics
Now I drive Meters and miles of Tropes
My thoughts matured to Similies
And my speech to Versification
I inherited Poetry's Metaphors
I am her Personification
My Accent Stresses Anapest
I read and write Alliteration
Scansion is my logical analysis
And I chop up Consonance in conversation
I graduated from Classicisms
Went on to study Synecdoche
I worked for Senryu
And I majored in Hyperboles
If you open me up today
You'd find Ink pulses through my veins
If you could dissect my thoughts
You'd find I'm much deeper than Quatrains
I am Poetry's Enjambment
My genetic make is her every Limerick and Metonymy
I am her seed of Conceit
Even in death, I am her Elegy
I am Poetry's Child
Her Rhyme, Romanticisms and Refrain
She felt she had reached her Envoy
So she had me, one of many, to continue on with her name
Sustained for 9 months with love and Blank Verse
Brought into this world as an Epigram
And breathed in Lyrics my first breath on this Earth
I am the Haiku that swallowed Couplets
The Idyll that devours Stanzas
Was breast fed Litotes
And spooned different processed Caesuras
I lay in rest in Sonnets
Learned to walk in Odes
Ran through Narrative Epics
Now I drive Meters and miles of Tropes
My thoughts matured to Similies
And my speech to Versification
I inherited Poetry's Metaphors
I am her Personification
My Accent Stresses Anapest
I read and write Alliteration
Scansion is my logical analysis
And I chop up Consonance in conversation
I graduated from Classicisms
Went on to study Synecdoche
I worked for Senryu
And I majored in Hyperboles
If you open me up today
You'd find Ink pulses through my veins
If you could dissect my thoughts
You'd find I'm much deeper than Quatrains
I am Poetry's Enjambment
My genetic make is her every Limerick and Metonymy
I am her seed of Conceit
Even in death, I am her Elegy
I am Poetry's Child
Her Rhyme, Romanticisms and Refrain
She felt she had reached her Envoy
So she had me, one of many, to continue on with her name