I kid you not, kiddo—
We’ve been here by the river before but
What the dickens, pretty delightful,
Too cute for words?
That’s what you’d like
People to say about your work,
Huh? How sweet it must
Sound even to us with tin ears.
And those line endings! However
Do you arrange them so
They can be read more
Than one way? Such adroitness
Of syntax and coy rippling
Word play must need be
Recognized rather than
Left incognito by you.
But when all’s said
And done, we know
You’ll have it your way;
So no need to wring hands, no
Remorse, sans angst, just
Fire away, because it’ll all come
Out in the wash some sweet day.
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