Small PizzasA Poem by Wilyem Clark
Cheap dates are wonderful, don't you think?
For fifteen dollars apiece we dined On cheesy, wood-fired, neutral ground. A milquetoast mouse with a Federal job Was my gnashing partner; I quickly learned: He doesn't drink, he runs his mazes, He never colors outside the lines, He sticks to non-fiction, and--last-not-least-- He's quite content to huddle at home. He expressed an interest in my writing, So I digressed; Then he committed the ultimate sin By insulting my favorite modern novel, A prominent peak in American lit, Thus exposing his prudish philistinism. Pup, if you're reading these words in the future, And it's doubtful you'll ever dig them up, Know this: I could never tolerate one With such a bankrupt imagination. © 2017 Wilyem ClarkReviews
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1 Review Added on January 4, 2017 Last Updated on January 4, 2017 AuthorWilyem ClarkWashington, DCAboutI've been writing poems since my teens (now in my 60s) and prose since the 1990s. It's been hard finding decent forums online--the free websites too often suffer sudden deaths. My "published" works ar.. more..Writing
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