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Tuesday, November 29, 2011

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by horace p sternwall

illustration by rhoda penmarq





i wrote a poem to pass the time
it didn't scan and it didn't rhyme
i had absolutely nothing to say
but i went and wrote it anyway

i thought it turned out kind of nice
i looked it over once or twice
i finished it off and set it free
on wings of immortality

o little poem, boil and bubble
at least you kept me out of trouble
maybe you need a little friend
another poem - will they ever end?








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2 comments:

Dan Leo said...

The immortal Sternwall strikes again.

"No one could say nothing more beautifully than Sternwall." -- Harold Bloom

November 29, 2011 at 11:20 AM
Peter Greene said...

That Horace P. is one mean bastard. Licking my wounds, after that blast of truth. Most enjoyable.

November 29, 2011 at 3:22 PM

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