How dare you mix your metaphors, he cried.

A harsh rebuke to all my rambling thoughts—

And here, I thought, my little muse, denied…!

Until, a new idea, it keenly wrought.

I’ll write a poem for you, a verse, a note

To show you I can be conservative—

And, acquiescing coyly, win your vote—

So that, in irony, my muse may live.

I think you’ll laugh, but moreso, be impressed

At this, with perfect meter, perfect rows-

And naturally, concede I’ve passed your test-

And nod in favor, for you’re “in the know”

And somewhere, running free, outside these screens-

A world you’ll never see, made out of dreams.

Copyright. June 8th 2015. All Rights Reserved.

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