I used to write with such a rhyme,
Followed the rules most of the time.
Until one day I met a man
Who wrote for him and not for fans.
His pen touched down without a plan,
And down the page a poem ran.
I asked, "Please read?" and he began,
His words flowed smoothly, better than
The poems I'd thrown in garbage cans.
He'd broadened my poetic span.
"Free-verse poems are not a crime",
He said to me, his words sublime.