Come, my readers, come and hear
The story of a day held dear
By countless people round the world
Whose flag of rhythm flies unfurled
Their feet have meter, verse and rhyme
Their odes are young, their stress sublime
So on this August twenty-first
We’re celebrating those well-versed
In writing sonnets or haiku
A limerick or a trope or two
But now it’s your turn, don’t delay
Just write a poem for Poet’s Day
And if you ask me, sir or ma’am
Am I a poet? Yes, iamb!!
I like your poem,
ReplyDeleteit's quite fine,
erudite and
quite sublime.