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you know you've read too much poetry when...
by Kalikala SmithEverything comes in prose.
It nuzzles your nose.
It tickles your toes.
You can't through the day
without having to say
"I'm a poet,
and I didn't even know it!"
But of course you knew.
It didn't come out of the blue.
You've read too much poetry,
now your life is filled with flow-etry.
You start using words that don't make sense,
that aren't found in the dictionary,
that rhyme with hence.
You become obsessed,
with meter when you talk.
And people ask you,
"Please, can you stop?"
And of course in your,
pathetic.org, ahem, poetic little way,
you tell these people
that you haven't gone astray.
Your mind is still in tact.
Then they point out a fact...
You haven't stopped rhyming since you started this poem.
You'd like to beat them but you don't even know 'em.
I've got to stop writing.
My rhymes are fighting.
03/24/2003 Author's Note: ahh, something silly
Posted on 03/24/2003
Copyright © 2025 Kalikala Smith
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 03/24/03 at 02:17 PM Brought a much needed smile to my face amid another Monday at work. Thanks for that. :o) |
| Posted by Melissa Arel on 03/27/03 at 09:17 PM This is great stuff, girlfriend! :) |
| Posted by Cole Miller on 04/16/03 at 02:39 AM heh i love the, ahem, poetic part of it. brought a smile to this poets face, cause now i know im not the only one. |
| Posted by Carl Walker on 08/31/03 at 08:56 AM when you chuckles
over words like ruckles
they don't make sense
but do rhyme with hense
excellent poem |
| Posted by Aaron Howard on 09/16/03 at 11:44 PM Great work.. Silly, yes.. But wonderful none the less.. =) Umm.. Maybe I should go back to my library and torment my visitors instead of yours... LOL =) *Muah*.... Huah! |
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