Morass
© 9/3/2001 Dennis L. PickeringI’ve stuck myself in a morassWhich is my idea from the pastOf how good poems have been builtThat has filled me full of guiltPoems are only words construedFor other people to alludeTo the wisdom or ideasWhich poets might have to offerI’ve chosen an onerous taskWhich others do not care to graspMy laity can’t be excusedFrom the brevity of my ruseWhich I have claimed as propernessFor the building of whopper-lessRhymes by which others can abideOn their ever so pungent rideI know that pungent should be usedFor food items but, I’ve abusedI wanted not to be too prosaicWith this verse which you can cursePoems are but a panaceaLike ephemeral Jim GarciaWhich sometimes gain the credence ofThose who are not from up aboveBut what fun is there to be hadIf one cannot sometimes be bad Written September 3rd, 2001 © on Sep 05 2001 02:10 PM PST, Dennis Pickering 0 • 10
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"© 9/3/2001 Dennis L. PickeringI’ve stuck myself in a morassWhich is my idea from the pastOf how good poems have been builtThat has filled me full of guiltPoems are only words construedFor other people to alludeTo the wisdom or ideasWhich poets might have to offerI’ve chosen an onerous taskWhich others do not care to graspMy laity can’t be excusedFrom the brevity of my ruseWhich I have claimed as propernessFor the building of whopper-lessRhymes by which others can abideOn their ever so pungent rideI know that pungent should be usedFor food items but, I’ve abusedI wanted not to be too prosaicWith this verse which you can cursePoems are but a panaceaLike ephemeral Jim GarciaWhich sometimes gain the credence ofThose who are not from up aboveBut what fun is there to be hadIf one cannot sometimes be bad..."