Poets And Pet Aversions

No one moods of a poet's pen knows, Nor the book that a man whereso toes, Nor of wife weathered for life and close— Beware still: thorns too stay close to rose. Pretension of poets grumpy goes, Poetic more his pen may oft pose, A book, though dog-eared, one little knows— Who, traits of virtues, readily owes? A pen if in an alien hand goes, May return with a bent-backward nose, The book may suffer a thousand woes, And woman— with hundred friends and foes! _____________________________________________ This piece uses a nine syllabic anapaestic metre with a single rhyme throughout. _____________________________________________ Tongue-in-cheek |12.12.14|