A man with a stein of stout
sits down to read a poem,
but first he takes his frothy beer
and blows away the foam.
The words are poetic,
the stanzas melodic,
the rhythm made to rhyme,
the metaphor is romantic,
a rose in wintertime,
words basic but not dumb,
a semantic literary sum –
a cargo of feathers
weighted down by fluff.
Nice. Next!