Yippee-Yi-Ki-Yay By GC SMITH I’d love to be a poet lariat I’d lasso maverick words I’d brand them as my own Id move loose word confusion to a tight trail herd of verse, poetic form my quarter horse I’d drive longhorn words from dusty dictionaries: I’d bunch ‘em up to strophs Stray words would not cut loose I’d push my herd with rhythm I’d drive them home with meter No free verse would stampede words driven on my roundup, I’d corrall them all with rhyme I’d love to be a poet lariat I’d lasso maverick words I’d brand them as my own
Posted on: Wed, 14 Jan 2015 21:28:07 +0000
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