Limerick(s) of the Week #21: Serious, Serous Poetry

There once was a poet romantic

Who would drop names in meter pedantic

The likes of Jesus, Nietzsche, or Freud

Or deny even God to the void

To invoke gravitas semantic

Poetry taken as serious

Oozes exudate from something serous

From anatomy arcane

That hoodwinks the brain

Into thinking it's something mysterious

As long as it reads with tension

It will get elitist attention

From the literary sheep

Who thrive on the deep

And are suckered by brazen pretension

Roses red and the violets blue

In some hands implies more than what's true

And if you don't get it

You're not worthy of the poet

Who bestows empty gifts to the rest who claim to