Free To Disagree. Inspired By ' Free To Be Me."

There was this pristine poetess who signed off: " Light and Love." with the rocket plunge of osprey and the soft cadence of a dove. She grips each adverb tightly measures out the slightest verb. " You really need to think this out." " Oh, You must be from the 'burb." She rails at broken rhyme schemes. She despises gauche haiku. She does all this defending ART: that excludes this one by you. She is up and down each contest. " They don't appreciate my style!" Such is the life of a feisty Muse. as she leaves you with a smile. Now she's working out another, yet before she says: " Goodbye!" " I think that last line's off a bit" " and now let me tell you why!" I went to the source, as it were. I imagine sulfur in my Soup Mail tonight...