Poetic License

What would I do if my poetic license were revoked?

Sit in my room and cry like the ugliest child in the world

For I got it from a Cracker Jack box anyway

Though I was hoping for a baseball card

And it must have restrictions anyway

For poetry should rhyme

Be sprinkled with violets and roses

Puppies, lovers, and sunsets

But four lines and a single metaphor

Do not a poem make

If the gods of verse take it away

I’ll get another at Sears

For they’re in a clearance bin

Beside the car batteries

For $1.99

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Ruth Lovejoy's picture

this is great Amy, just love it . funny at points ,straightforward showing a determination to keep writing.Love your spunk here! Keep up excellent work!