Rolling With the Punches
From my editor:
“I’ll call you Deadline Devonshire, a nickname born
Your tombstone will read, ‘She was never late before’”
From my sister:
“I’ll take claim to the gene pool’s beauty and brains
You can take credit for writing verse that’s inane”
From my friend:
“You always leave home early for fear of getting lost
Please buy a GPS, regardless of the cost”
From my priest:
“Reincarnation’s bunk; you were never Cleopatra
Did you have to adopt ‘been there, done that’ as a mantra?”
From my counselor:
“You spend too many hours consumed by introspection
No matter what you do, you’ll never reach perfection”
From my director:
“Good grief, how hard can it be to exit stage right?
Are you standing there waiting for a green light?”
From my coach:
“Don’t hold that hockey stick so high in the air
You look like you’re out hunting for Yogi the Bear”
From my teacher:
“You seem obsessed with making everything rhyme
To the heights of great poetry, you’ll never climb”
From me:
“I guess I’ll just have to accept my imperfection
Writing this poem? Too much self-reflection”
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