The poet’s partner

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The poet's partner

Talking metaphor and rhyme,
You do it all the blooming time.
Instead of saying, pass the salt,
You wax about a crystal vault.

You use wide-words where I use narrow,
For me, a cart; for you, wheelbarrow.
I'm sick of your verbal excreta,
Always searching perfect meter.

Showing off what you can do,
Bits of foreign language, you
Use poetry to saccharify,
And what the hell's decree nisi?

30 Comments on “The poet’s partner

  1. vindictive fun, but so pointed it stung πŸ™‚ us poets can be a bit precious and this poem points out the ludicrous lengths such pettiness can go ; ‘verbal excreta’ , ouch —

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