You should never say
"her eyes are blue"
you see, it's not enough
even if you do
say 
"blue like an aquamarine marble Earth
seen from the craters of your face"

It's not done.
There are rules.

And one can't simply joy
in a singing Spring sprung
or marvel at a warm Sun.

It's wrong.
There are rules.

You can't utter about
wenches with wrenches
lolling lasciviously
on London's park benches.

So wrong.
There are rules.

Your voltas can jump
as high as they like
but They will consider
your verses  trite
if you wax about loving
(especially your cat)
unless cussing precedes
or provides a good...
...climax

Oh, wrong.
There are rules.

Sestinas about Tina,
Sonnets on bonnets,
rhyme crimes and
hell's villanelles
styled on the screaming of beatniks.

Wrong, wrong,
so wrong.

One can't get away with
the florids of yesterday,
No Captain! No Captain!
No resounding of pounding
four hundred horses
in valleys of death.

Wrong, you see.
Rules.

One pauses to tell you
that daddies are taboo
unless ogres or crows or living with Nigel.
No fluffies or puppies or
candy-striped anything -
unless there is angst
and injustice
and spanx.

You see.
Wrong.
There.  Are.  Rules.


There Are Rules

So I woke up this morning with a really bad cold and discovered (in the bathroom) that I can now do Mongolian Throat Singing due to the crappiness of my voice.

lol

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