A Loser's Lament
I have a deep ingrained aspiration--
[Wake each morning in anticipation]
A poem I have written earns first place,
So far, this simply has not been the case.
I follow the rules; I give it my best
Apparently, I just don't pass the test.
I am trying to mimic Dietrich's schtick
My simplistic rhymes are making me sick.
My editing skills are rather severe
The secret to first place is persevere.
Perhaps time will reward me with good luck
Meanwhile I won't give a flying f--k!**
The old saw's right I am eager to say
A broken clock is on time twice a day.
So, I'll continue submitting my verse
And hoping for the best--tenth place or worse!
[NOTE: I have carefully adhered to the 10-syllable line of iambic pentameter
but have embraced poetic license with the rhythm of each line]
[**NOTE: I deeply apologize for the "four-letter" word in the sixth
couplet, but I simply could not resist!]
Written March 19, 2021
for "Rhyming Couplets" contest
sponsored by Janice Canerdy
Copyright © L Milton Hankins | Year Posted 2021
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