Cry Baby Cry
CRY BABY CRY
What makes me cry is not a sweet word
Humor, sadness, loss or anything so absurd,
But the whole raft of rules I gotta obey.
There must be “ No Names” but without my name, hey. . .
How will favorites like me be rewarded?
I must “please date”. Must be a new poem, and regarded
As such, so as usual I will pick out one of my oldies, re-title it,
Change one word, add today’s date, and that’s the whole bit.
I must use “spell check” instead of just
Turning in any old guff - which I usually must.
I have to use any form which is acceptable, the norm,
Except, “ I don't know” which is my favorite form,
So instead I will simply call it ‘verse’,
Cos that’s pretty much the same thing, but worse.
These rules and regulations are cramping my natural style
Sooner than enter such a contest I would walk a mile.
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Note
A light-hearted, humorous piece, not to be misinterpreted , except by the paranoid.
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Written 27 July 2012
Entered in Lisa Cooper ~Dark Poetess’s Contest One Silver Tear
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