Hear Ye. Hear Ye. Here we
propose to posit prose poetry,
forming forms of continuous connectivity
to communicate considerable
contemplative reflectivity.

Simply put, we pose this where
prose poetry is what you'll hear
when wondering where the time went
while reading such rhyme wonderments
as oft we've wrought, and revealed thusly;
each whit of wit written Hieronymously.


Around the House stands our D fence.
I mean that now. In present tense,
 since fencing can be seen out back,
 up front, quite bluntly, fence we lack.

D fences are required per rules
 regarding backyard swimming pools,
 lest kids returning home from schools
 fall in when acting out like fools.