Velvet Elvis

[Erthona]

…and yes, there are many,
when it comes to poetry,
who can think only of that
abbreviated writing as such,
which conforms to a certain metered line,
a certain form it must endure,
and, of course, it ab-so-lut-ly has to rhyme.
But then,
there are those,
also,
and this,
not to be unkind,
who think that Velvet Elvis
is the highest form of art.
After all, is it not paint,
and is there not a canvas?
Granted, it is inky black,
not blandly white,
but who are you to say,
that they are wrong,
and you are right?
Isn’t this idea of yours just conceit?
Is beauty not,
in the apprehension of that form,
that pleases he who gazes?
Why should Velvet Elvis not be the norm?
I bet more have been painted (and sold),
Than any by that guy, Go-gan, or was it,
Bland-go?
Well, who they are doesn’t matter,
if it were important,
to me,
I’m sure that I would know!
So, with that said,
I have this poem I wrote,
it really is a hum-dinger,
it came to me the other day
while I was watching Oprah,
or was it Jerry Springer?
What?
Oh no,
I’ve never written one before,
but anyone one can do it,
it just has to rhyme.
I mean, its nothing that hard,
or that requires practice,
it’s nothing so difficult as say,
painting a Velvet Elvis.

©2011 ~Erthona