SandScript 2020

Poem of a Clueless Man
Graysen Norwood
There was a man who thought himself the greatest in all things.
He did not know that in the choir he croaks more than he sings.
When a festival of poets held a contest in his town,
He devised a plan to be the man—
A poet of great renown.
But alas his thoughts were about himself, how great his poems must be,
With not a thought ‘bout a poet’s muse nor words of poetry.
And many an obvious rhyming word this clueless man did miss
Declaring his poet’s greatness in a poem that goes like this:
POETRY
I am the perfect poet, with perfect meter, perfect rhyme.
Compared to mine, the works of others, a literary...misdemeanor.
So, I will sit upon that chair,
That one over...across the room,
And weave a tapestry of words,
Like a weaver with his...equipment.
I am the perfect poet, with perfect meter, perfect rhyme.
Compared to mine, the works of others, a literary...misdemeanor.
(AUTHOR’S NOTE: the obvious & useful rhymes he did miss: a literary crime…that one over
there…a weaver with his loom)
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