Lines to a Budding Poet by Margaret Fishback
Bear in mind, my little man:
Never let your verses scan.
And acceptance will be sparse
If, by an chance, they parse.
But whatever else you do,
Let it not be said of you
That your poetry makes sense!...
That's a criminal offense!
Bear in mind, my little man:
Never let your verses scan.
And acceptance will be sparse
If, by an chance, they parse.
But whatever else you do,
Let it not be said of you
That your poetry makes sense!...
That's a criminal offense!
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