Gershon Wolf Poet Rhyme

A Night Out at a Singular Bar

  
	The bartender mixed metaphors
            smiling her sweet simile
         Allegory she would not settle for
            serving up a passion-filled sonnet to me 

         In the throes of rhymes without reason
            couplets stuck in my craw, mercifully died 
         She offered me a drink apropos to the season
             ~ plied me with iambic tetrameter ‘til I ‘bout cried

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David Crandall March 20, 2026 at 3:23 PM Haha, good one - wow, you had better luck that me. I complemented her assonance and said something about enjambment just before flying out the door.

sara Etgen-Baker March 19, 2026 at 5:10 PM just witty and clever! Gershon Wolf March 19, 2026 at 8:44 PM 'Just?!' Surely, you jest. lol.

Paula Goldsmith March 19, 2026 at 2:30 PM What creative/fun write. Now we know where you have been hiding out at. (Singular Bar) Hahaha!!! Have a great/fun day writing away.......... Gershon Wolf March 19, 2026 at 8:41 PM Hardly hiding -- There's a big PS on my naked chest. lol. ~ Hoot, hoot, hooters, gw

Ilene Bauer March 19, 2026 at 1:47 PM ha! this is so clever, gershon! love it! Gershon Wolf March 19, 2026 at 8:20 PM Many thanks for the enthusiasm, Ilene. Excelsior, Gershon

John Lawless March 19, 2026 at 11:40 AM I think I almost understand this....and that makes me very concerned Gershon Wolf March 19, 2026 at 8:09 PM Borrowed a lexicon from a leprechaun, I did. ... Yeah, sure...