November 8, 2003

• Ode to a Would-Be Poet
  (Or – a Wood-Be Poet) (Thanks twoberry!)

  I think that I shall never see
  A poem as lovely as a tree.

  At least not written by the likes of me!
  Verbose I am, as you can see!

  A poem paints its lovely scene
  With words so sparse, though never mean.

  But I must elaborate, vocabulate.
  Please, can’t you commiserate?

  A poem whose picture the artist doth paint
  With graceful words – well, mine just ain’t!

  Sentences I love, and paragraphs,
  With punctuation, just for laughs!

  So prose it is, prose it will be,
  No poem as lovely as a tree.

  Too many verses have I here
  For words I like, I hold them dear.

  Economy of language is not my thing
  Tho’ with poetry I may take a fling!

  This poem was made by a fool, you see,
  And only God can make a tree!

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