There were once 4 poets,
So strong, so proud.
Entering a contest, but not to please the crowd.
They all loved poetry for what it was
The form, the air the beauty that it brought to the world.
Head to head they faced
In front of judges, other contestants and fans of all.
The judges did their best to pit them against,
To cause fighting and dissension amongst them.
But the harder they pushed, the tighter they pulled
The closer the poets became.
With pens as swords and hearts as shields.
They stood back to back.
As judges and the fans picked them off one by one.
They didn’t cry or moan as ones knees buckled and fell to the floor.
But they used the loss of their friends
To strengthen their poetry all the more.
As one by one contestants fell
The four they still stood strong.
And one by one they fell by judge
But the contest still went on.
Until at last one still stood
One of those original four.
But the 3 stood back and still did clap
For their friend who won it all.
And though the fight was over
One had one and the rest had not
They still stood strong with pens as swords.
Rhyme Schemers fore’r and e’r
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