The Nobility of Poetry by Mike Williams 08/19/2016 @ 7:21 A.M.

Long ago in the days of yore,
Poetry ment a great deal more.
A test of king's wit grew to fame,
For it was a thinking man's game.

A challenge, a riddle with words,
The battle of minds would occur.
Holding to a strict tradition,
Structured in rigid condition.

When strangers came into the court,
The king himself had a report.
To test the newcomers of mind,
And wise or foolish would he find.

As time went on poetry grew,
And became entertainment too.
Less was the testing of long old,
Theatrics, song, and stories told.

Now any fool comes that domain,
And ways of old hold no refrain.
Away with thought and there did sing,
Where once it was a nobel thing.