I’m no ‘poet’ hifalutin
mere versifier callow
who does his own in foot shooting
writing rhyming verse shallow
A superficial spin drier
of phrases oddly acquired
Not dressed up in pretend attire
for yet a show uninspired
Proclaim prim ‘poetry fellows’:
“Let’s send that versifier
off to illiterate gallows
that foul, faux falsifier!”
Poetry’s harvest hallow
serves up sumptuously
while rhyming verse wilts sallow
in flagrance unctuous
But while poets opine with such gumption
what if they’re just sloshing in presumption?
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-poetry fellows = here: those deep, true, poets fellows, who are unlikely to invite a mere versifier in to their rarified realm