Poetic License

Lately folks been asking bout This license that I got That lets me wax poetic And I do wax a lot It’s given out to writers Who write other than prose Like limericks and Cherihews And rhyming things like those Who don’t care if a particle Is dangling or not Or if a subject follows verb Or calls a pan a pot This license allows us writers A distortion of the facts Or alteration of good grammar Though some folks call us hacks We write at our discretion And hope you tolerate our view We use it to fill in the gaps Leave the meanings up to you We add non-existing details And exaggerate the truth At times we write with tongue in cheek And come across uncouth This license lets us say things We wouldn’t say out loud Or maybe things we don’t believe We are truly not highbrowed It lets us be offensive When offence makes you think It lets us do most ANYTHING Till we run out of ink It’s the rhythm of the writing Iambic pentameter That separates the licensed From the lowly amateur But don’t go down to City Hall This license is inbred It comes when you just open up The thoughts within your head Mdailey 2nd place in contest