Judge Me Not, Just Wear My Biting Shoes

Judge me not, just wear my biting shoes And then see, wear no blinkers of views Of which little I care, Nor care such shoes to wear, And there’s no room I think To paint peacock’s eggs pink, Or else wait and hope I lose my muse. ______________________________________ Limerick | 06.09.2022 | Humour Poet’s note: Every writer, prose or poetry, every performer, painter or player passes through this phase—to feel like shooing off the critics like a speck of dust on the dress he wears. It is good to feel sure of what one writes. But every lump of gold has to pass through the test of fire to purify.