by Ken Houghton
In Honor of National Poetry Month, with thanks to
The Fox Herself:
If they told you I'm mad, then they lied.
I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive.
I'm the triolet, bursting with pride;
If they told you I'm mad, then they lied.
No, it isn't obsessive. Now hide
All the spoons or I might get convulsive.
If they told you I'm mad then they lied.
I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive. |
What Poetry Form Are You?
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Labels: just life, poetry
// posted by Ken Houghton @
9:59 AM 
