There was a lass from
Cincinnati Who thought she
would go quite batty
In trying to rhyme,
And in metrical time,
Silly limericks in the AM, 1:40.
--fleur 26.viii.78
If you're wondering where I
have been
It's really not much of a
sin:
In a parallel time,
It was really quite fine,
And you wouldn't believe
the men!
--fleur 7.xii.79
For _____
I do not wish to impose
Nor step on anyone's toes,
But my thoughts most
profound
Are seen running around
In "poetry masquerading as
prose."
--fleur 29.vi.80
On Second Thought
"Prose that pretends to be
verse"
You say is a terrible curse
But complain as you will
My free-verse you'll read
still
As you really don't have any
cherce!
--fleur 29.vi.80 |