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.
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