Unknown OriginsA Poem by LSSStruggling with Free Verse, I mean to set it right.
If Diction isn’t ary Then I’m a Lexicon.
I haven’t any Marry, Or Wed, or Hitched, or Bond.
My problem is The Saures, I cannot make it out.
Am I a whit less Larry, Or Ted, or Mitch, or Ron?
If Diction isn’t ary Then I’m a Lexicon.
I haven’t any Marry, Or Wed, or Hitched, or Bond.
My problem is The Saures, I cannot make it out.
Am I a whit less Larry, Or Ted, or Mitch, or Sara?
There’s a tome in my house that for years was left unopened. My children were afraid that out of its yellowing pages there lurked some previously unknown monster, “Intelligence’. We used to play games with the ‘Funk and Waggoner’ – “Lets See What’s In the W’s?”
All to no avail. The boys would get stuck on ‘War’, and the girls on ‘Wedding’. Each one would insist that their view was right. There was no mediation, no midnight tours of the ‘White House’ for visiting diplomats, just hard work on the part of the kitchen staff (I’m dishes)… Excuse me, I’m back. My neighbor’s kid, Mary keeps knocking on my door, She wants to know if she can play outside with my three boys, Theodore, Ronald, and Richard. But we, of course, are not done with our game. Larry
© 2008 LSSAuthor's Note
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