This Poetry, This Demon's Game

The contests number 22 Oh, dear, oh my, what should I do I must choose one I must, I think My printer’s running out of ink I’ll pick a theme A gentle dream That ends up in A freakin’ scream. I’ll write a brilliant Subtle Sonnet Before it’s done Already torn it. Perhaps a bit of freeing verse Meter and a line break curse That taunts the temper of the muse To hissy fits of “No!! You Choose.” Mayhap I’ll wrestle with just one Pick a form and hope it’s fun Alas, alack, call it by name This poetry - this demon’s game. John G. Lawless ©9/16/2022