Dueling Poets

My Reply To “Piemas XI”
Grey Flynn

I think I do believe it fair
To write some rhyming verse
To write a poem from my own lair
About this awful curse

You truly call that a rhyme?
With your Shakespearean whim?
Good god, you couldn’t improve with time
“Oh look at me! I’m just like him!”

Why must you copy Wil?
The amazing bard himself?
Are you so empty you cannot fill
A single poem by yourself?

You try to improve a poem with gods,
Greek to be exact
But then your poem stinks like sod
That is a true fact

“To thine ownself be very true”
People tell me this and that
That should be a lesson to you
You boorish copycat

Please don’t take this as a jest
Don’t rhyme about a board
At least I have poems with zest
“Oh do enter, me lord”

Respect your writing elders
The ones, the very best
The ones, the word melders
Never take a rest

That’s all I have to say
You can go along
I have some advice until the May
Do not write a song

(P.S)
I love your sense of humor Dad
You’re the one I sought-er
You know I am quite glad
That you are my father

See here for the original poem by Adam.

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Brenda currently lives in Stoneham MA, but grew up in Mineral WA. She is surrounded by men, with two sons, one husband and two boy cats. She plays trumpet at church, cans farmshare produce and works in software.

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