A TV ad displayed a twelve year old
as dressed prepared to run a hurdle track.
The 'Rise to Challenge' theme set to unfold
fell flaccid when the camera pulled back
to show that hurdles stood but one foot high.
Then, blasting from the blocks, our sprinter soared
above the tiny gates like he could fly,
and won, with arms upraised, while masses roared!
The reach of Poetry, exceeds it's rules.
Officious know-it-alls in Shakespeare shoes
dictate to wannabes and blackbelt fools,
while masking their own constipated muse.
To move beyond the mud fields of mundane
one must distill what's sacred from profane.