The Joyous Bard Lives
Dancing with a sumptuous flask of wine,
His poems, not even printed in weak zines!
You can watch him scale Soup’s walls,
As he looks down upon us, one and all!
Sarcasm disguised as fun and wit?
A comedian for us, his lowly poet twits.
Humility, to him, but a craven disease.
Our meager poems, disgusting as a sneeze?
Unfortunate you, have not met him yet?
Perhaps tomorrow….as the sun doth set!
These verses are just meant for fun!
Enjoy all you pen, I do mean everyone!
11/5/2022
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2022
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