The rise and fall of poetry

When men were more odeivorious,
a little less carnivorous,
softer and more chivalrous,
poetry had it's day. 

Women then were swayed by this,
upon such poets plied their kiss.  
Which sent them into poets bliss,  
oh those days are surely missed.  

In the closet we do hide.  
Abandoned is our poets pride.  
We now hold it all inside.  
Lest they catch us as we cry .  

So cry out poetry's lament.  
And for your brethren repent.  
God's gift to us, from us was sent . 
Its worth was sold and now is spent..  

Resurrection is a just recourse.  
Poetry is a powerful force !  
Would you be so kind as to endorse,  
this poets petition to spare the horse?  

The rise and fall of poetry,  
Is fading in their memory.  
A tiny boat adrift at sea,  
and in it, there is you and me.

By Jove !