I Yamm a Poet
by Job Conger
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I have dominion over form and line.
My fav’rite day comes with a valentine.
Most nights I’m to bed by half past nine.
I yamm a poet.
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Old Walter Whitman is the king of blank
Verse. Thomas Stearns wrote a love song to be thank
Full for. Vachel hits me like a Sherman tank.
I yamm a poet.
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Don’t get me started with iamb’ pentam’s
I’ve had my fill of screaming, rhyming slams.
I wouldn’t read at one for a thousand clams!
WHY?
I yamm a poet.
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written 7:13 pm, October 4, 2006 while attending a poetry reading at IMO’S Pizza restaurant where a farm used to be on the post-Eisenhowerical nouveau-west-side of Springfield, Illinois.
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Live long . . . . . . . . and proper.
new poem: I Yamm A Poet
September 1, 2011 by Job Conger
Love it; more smiles!