I often write poems for poetry contests
On various subjects and various contexts
Sometimes the subject is broken or happy hearts
But never is my topic women's private parts
Many seem to encourage such vulgarity
While other squirm it's then saved for posterity
Alas today Yeats words would not be so condoned
He would likely run off in fear of being stoned
I fear today's elite look down their snobbish nose
And cherish as poems what we poets call prose
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