Heres a poem for today by Paul Dallgas-Frey,
I can hear Garrison Keillor say
one morning on his radio program,
The Writers Almanac.
(Hes to blame for all of this)
Not that I ever will.
He generally reads from
real poets.
But how do you become a real poet,
if not by writing poems?
even if they are bad ones, like this.
An architect is still
an architect,
even if he is a bad one.
Although, he does have a license.
Maybe thats what I need;
A License to Practice Poetry,
a CPP,
A Certified Poet Practioner.
I can imagine a grueling,
three-day exam.
Find a word that rhymes with orange,
and use it in an epic poem.
Behold my beloved,
sucking on an orange,
O beauty rare, Oh, Ang-
ie faire, wouldst thou
share a slice with me?
...its not a very good poem,
I can hear Garrison continue,
but its short.
© Paul Dallgas-Frey
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