Once upon a schoolday an English teacher said
“Poetry is an art, an art to be read”
She talked and talked more and more to convey her definition
All I heard were rules to achieve complicated rendition
Assignments were made to put pen to paper
With constraints on my mind every verse was a scraper
Today my expressions flow freely from my finger tips
I find writing is almost as easy as if it were crossing my lips
Rules have a place to make a Society most suitable
But freedom from limits allows articulation to become transmutable
Fearsome Beard 
tru fax dat.
Free expression is more important today than rules in poetry!