Treasure Hunt.

If I could ever meet them, then
What would I tell, what would my pen?
The ones I swore by, ones I sung
None like them in my pile of dung.

Rhyming schemes, alliterations
O proud Praise Poetry, damn puns!
Those love lores, beautiful those dames
Witty wordplays, heavenly frames.

The sinking ships and tragic tales
Heart-touching confessions in mails.
Those deep philosophical lines
Sad ageing days, meaningless whines.

Comparisons like similes
If they were plants, metaphors trees!
Where art thou, Art? Are you that old?
Just dry autumns now, winters cold.

And did I mention meter most
Let rhyme than melody be lost!
Now when I have something to show
The trend is gone, I need to grow.

Which curse hand your fate to the worse
No verse today adds to the purse!
I so wish if time could reverse
And reimburse that universe!

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