And so some of you judged, approved and decided

And I had to oblige, for some were elated.

They raved at all the poems, felt they were a good read

And so I naturally, their craving had to feed.

The poems remain just as before,

As such, minus the metaphors.

Whether on "sol" or treading soil,

Neither "rime" or rhyme had to toil.

They glided in lively quatrains

As they once did from eyes to brains

And the warm feel the leave behind

Is for you, my dear folks to find...