Poet As Critic
That whole bat grackle Southern
Festival Gothic thing opens within
The hello festival hello I say and again hello
Look it's Batman as Robin!
Les sociétés de trois, de quatre et de cinq
The man with the many wives arrives
We part as if we are all married in fact
Error is personified in that poem
By that poet he swears
I don’t believe in coincidence she replies
The panel on flash mobs was well attended
But confusing I adore the outfit
By the way but I would never use
That line I keep telling you
The word franchise means nothing to me
In this context we are just friends
That whole bat grackle Southern
Festival Gothic thing opens within
The hello festival hello I say and again hello
Look it's Batman as Robin!
Les sociétés de trois, de quatre et de cinq
The man with the many wives arrives
We part as if we are all married in fact
Error is personified in that poem
By that poet he swears
I don’t believe in coincidence she replies
The panel on flash mobs was well attended
But confusing I adore the outfit
By the way but I would never use
That line I keep telling you
The word franchise means nothing to me
In this context we are just friends
2 Comments:
Laura,
Do I detect sarcasm in this post? This is maybe an AWP poem? Of course, I don't expect you to answer this.
The flash mob bit is a marvel.
SS
You do and it is. I didn't want to leave sarcasm to the amateurs. lm
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