Sunday, January 9, 2011

Huuklyeand Cinquor on the Unamused Muse

Don’t you read me loud and clear,
You foot-dragging, lifeless
Klutzes cluttering up my rear?
I said it’s deadline time!

Okay.

Now, take one final step forward,
Put your lives on the line and please,
Please don’t make me repeat myself,
Do I make myself clear?

Moderator’s comments: I don’t know about you but I find Cinquor’s tirade against deadbeat poets totally uncalled-for because it oversteps the bounds of poetic decency; after all, where would our muse be if it weren’t for that long illustrious line of bootlickers waiting their turn to grovel at her feet—or should I say feat?

2 comments:

  1. I think it's clear we grovel at
    her feet as meter makes them tap.
    Dance or shuffle, though, a poet's
    free to jazz the dance up,
    but always at the risk of defeat—
    stumbling off into a flat
    stretch of mealy-mouthed prose like this.

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  2. Now that's what I call tripping--
    Your light verse fantastic

    To its bitter, prosaic end.

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