He wondered if his verse was made for fools
and cretins that splish-splash alongside whales
composing dull sonnets was chased by bulls
- by elegant giraffes and racing snails.
Amid the chickens in his country cot,
while gulping bourbon the pig-farmer writes
his scribble verse turns to an artless blot
and straight he gulps one more for his insights
Oh, detrimental muse of his confused
absconding inspiration, that evades
his talent which was alcohol-abused
and like the content of each bottle, fades
......Inspiring advent of a healthy burp
made pigs and chickens to comment "superb"!
© G.V. 06-27-2013