I love to talk and try to write
The language that I mangle
Though simple clauses are misplaced
And the modifiers dangle
I’m tone-deaf to metric feet
My ‘punctuation,’ I regret it
My metaphors are often mixed
My spelin - well, forget it!
I’ve another fault, (if it is a fault)
I freely vow admission
I state, re-state, repeat, repeat,
I do like repetition.
Irregardless if my verse is free,
Or if I write it rhymin’,
It makes my teacher climb the walls
See? There he goes a-climbin’.
by Bob Whisenant (Robert Lee ‘Bob’ Whisenant (1930 - 2009)): “Of Sand and Dreams: Poems” (2000); type of work: book