They Blame Islam For Their Ugly Crises.


Ruth Pitter from Ilford a laureate of rhyme
Her verses live on through the Seasons of time
Though her poems are not quite as popular as they ought to be
As a poet she was not what you would call ordinary
Ruth pitter is deceased the life from her long gone
But the poems she gave birth to are living on
One of the last great rhyme poets of her one could say
With rhyming words she surely did have a way
In the twenty first century poetry change is happening fast
And rhyme is now seen as a thing of the past
But rhyme is not dead yet despite the negative press
And a preference for poems that rhyme some do express
And though Ruth Pitter the poet a score of years with the dead
By lovers of rhyming poetry her poems are still read.

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