Dear Reader

Should you feel an urge

to drop a vowel or two in the pool -- 

please do. I assure you

I’m not that sort of poet,

one so easily offended by honest criticism

to take my ink and slink off

into a vat of bitterness.  

Knowing you were moved by

my words in some small instinctual fashion

is all the encouragement I seek. So,

feel free to utilize these pages however you wish,  

I’ll not hold it against you, nor think

any less of your erudition

for having wiped your brow with the red

cent of my day’s exertion.

Here, I’ll even extend the courtesy

of a finger …

that’s just the sort of poet

I am. S**t

doesn’t bother me in the least.

Ken e Bujold 

Reviews

[W. Barrett Munn]

Terric example of an artist's use of irony.
W.