Assessing the Bird House for Property Tax

The Power of Poets

Ancient poets were mighty with their verse.

A house infested called the scribe to come

and rhyme away all rats, the nation’s curse.

Rats just had to hear the pen traverse

the lines of metaphor on soft vellum

and fear the poet who’d slay them with his verse.

Before the ink was dry, rodents or worse

were gone, young and old banished from that home

by rhymes too powerful for them to curse.

Times have come again for poets to coerce

those vermin who have cost this land some

pain, to show us all the power of their verse.

Bring those to shame who bled the fiscal purse

with biros blazing reverse this bleak outcome,

write lines too powerful for them to curse.

Rise up slammers, rhymers, long or terse,

become what you always wanted to become.

Ancient poets had power with their verse

now rhyme away these rats, the nation’s curse.