Hearty Har Har

Hearty Har Har
I wish I grew up in a bar
Then I could blame
My diminishing frame
On concoctions that sit in a jar

Why Poem Went Broke:
An Expose
by Geronimo
A fishy start
To a compromised art
No rhyme intended
or necessary
But there it is
and the crowd goes wild
It is the uniform of poetry
But never the ball

The ball
is a party
a fashionable affair
for duchesses with crutches
to sit and wail
while princes chase tail

And that is a story
Or a beginning
A brush stroke
A flailing sailor
A permanent resident card
A fiendish scar
A tobacco addiction
A leather bound leather hound
The mounted head
of a cross-eyed stallion
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8/28/08