Matthew Harris Poet Romanticism

Mine Literary Flair Yukon Now Get a Peak

since the grim reaper stole me mum
   words my recourse to express
   how fateful symbiosis
   ma pop got snagged asper
   one wonderful ambidextrous artistic woman
   adroit nailing a brad -

   marsh a rose, the special gal grateful,
   befriended my dad
many coe sure tokens of appreciation
   doth figure me glad
how this poem ought to jump start

   then motor along
   the information superhighway,
   cuz me iz the grown lad
of Boyce, whose re:comp pence,

   pleasance, presence,
   and importance - worth brings
   each as a mutual friend to the other,
   whereat thine octogenarian widower papa

   repurposed, regained, rebounded, et cetera,
   and feeling quite at home in your pad
oh...and gratitude for allowing, and permitting
   Matthew Scott harris tush hair his poetry,

   which might immediately spur (an omg -
   why didst aye enable vernacular speaking/
   writing secular, and peculiar
   sole son to rad

duck gull quaking scribe) fill
   up the screen of your notebook or tab
let, or whatever the
   name would be of electronic link
providing the access per bing linkedin
   to whirled wide web,

   and if we sustain stock key exchange of emails,
   ye might be driven to drink
   so much poison scorpion spiked ale,
   then squinting eyes to resemble a chink
   blocking any light to induce thee tub blink

as this fledgling poem strives to soar and alight
this barred bard will wonder if you didst delight
in re: ding this expressly feeble jesting bon jure lame
   resulting take off tubby, sans a les miserables flight
never attaining maximum height.

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