PETUNIA IN AN ONION PATCH

Written by: Sidney Beck

PETUNIA  IN  AN  ONION  PATCH


You’re always talking incessantly about  beauty
Or  whinging about life’s sadness and duty!
Just cant stand  you people called poets   
I’d sooner listen to my horse chomping oats
And your so-called rhyme schemes are a joke
As if the writer was just out of coke  -
A bit like Coleridge writing  Kubla Khan  -
Now there was a high-flying  man!
Your  poems oughta stay on the off-ramp wall
And never grace the written page at all

But now and again a real  versifier comes along
Not simply capable of penning words for a song;
She has wisdom and laughter in each line
And the taste of her rhyme is fine wine,
One moment raising my spirit in cheers
Then  swaying my soul, and  pouring out tears.
Her subtle profusion of  tenderness  coy
And her child-like wild soul’s unending joy,
Are my inspiration to go on and write
Another admiring  poetic effort  tonight.

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Written   for and entered in 
Vienna Bombardieri’s  Contest  Let me have it then kiss my petunia