Rock - Paper - Scissors
Some poets duke it out for a win
A rock would be sure to smash a chin
Scissors can’t “cut it” either
But then there’s always paper
Covering rocks to poets’ chagrin
The game represents choices we make
When there’s a poetry prize at stake
Will you cut, cover or smash
To place first and win the cash
How much dignity will you forsake
I’ll use my own paper for my verse
Plagiarism is far too adverse
You think you know how to rock
Until you get writer’s block
Then copy others’ words while you curse
*Entry for PD’s Rock~Paper~Scissors contest
Copyright © Carolyn Devonshire | Year Posted 2011
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