Dunce material

I have a little gripe, you see,
With poetry obtuse
Don’t like the way it challenge me
I look like silly goose
There’s still a curiosity
To look up those big words
But such obtusiosity
Just makes me think of nerds
Give me Poe or Tolkien
Or even Robert Frost
Would I be too folky then
My reputation lost?
I’m always in for rhyming
It puts me to the test
And interesting timing
It gets the thing expressed
Simplicity’s the key for me
To get my thoughts across
And twenty dollar adjectives
Just leave me at a loss.
So, if you find I deviate
From what is writ above
Just tell me to abbreviate
And we can stay in love.