A Poem Needs No Rhyme To Be

Each poem, said the man, must rhyme lest it be worth less than a dime. I think it is like presupposing that lawns and gardens get a hosing through rubber tubes, not from the sky or, please recall the Lorelei, her hair was golden, also long she only sang one lovely song, could it be true that, short of hair Brunette or blond, we would not dare refer to her as Lorelei? And then, my friends, there is the pie, one may pronounce that pies are round their weight may be more than a pound all pies are eaten from a plate by humans, but consider, mate, that bovine pies do not fulfill exclusively this codicil! So, use with care your black and white because the darkness has no light, yet night cannot be seen as dark and dog is not the same as bark, the secret to this puzzle is be flexible, for Nature is!