Ad Nauseum
Why are some compelled to post
Twelve poems in a row?
If someone has the answer, please,
I’d really like to know.
Perhaps they like to see their names
In print a dozen times.
Yet seeing that, I lose the urge
To read one of their rhymes.
Poems, like pastries, offer us
A treat that’s sweet and pure.
One bite slowly savored
Leaves us craving many more.
But when the words pile up so fast,
It’s more than I can swallow;
And then, no matter how well-baked,
The offerings seem hollow.
I’m speaking only for myself.
We each do what is best;
But if you post twelve poems a day,
I’ll read one – not the rest!
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2011
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