I cannot call it prose,
I cannot call it poem;
Let us strike a compro,
Let us call it prosem.

A prose is a prose,
The poem is a rose;
Both made of words,
But poem is glucose.

No tunes, notes, numbers,
All logic and no meters;
Prose is thought’s jump,
And as it comes you dump.

Poem cannot be prosaic,
It is poetic, not stoic;
It is a dance of shower,
Or a cry in lone corner.