Maya's Misty Watercolor Blues
As Maya turned the page
The absence of absynthe has changed my views,
And though she's all the rage
The wisdom of whiskey has garbled her cues
- a woman twice her age
Now makes the news
with inebriated fragments of half-vomited syllables
She seeks to restore the meter,
The meter's okay but the rhyme's gone awry
Perhaps we should consult dear Peter?
As Maya tore the leaf
The excess of success has distorted my senses,
paper-thin crushed and cumpled - not elated as I should be
Iambic thief
As Maya turned the phrase (in a manner inconsistent with the meter of this tale)
A big whale
Suffocates upon the beach.
Beyond her reach.
BLUBBER! BLUBBER!, she doth beseech
A siren for our times
If we can't keep the metre, let's at least keep the rhymes
As Maya starts anew,
In a desperate attempt to get the poem back on track
Her wits are all askew
She is weary of taking this poetic flack!
Now wake the Muse!
Her diapers are dirty
Go spread the news!
(You'll hear it at 1.30)
Sound all the horns!
As Maya signed "The End"
Whose poetry now can we defend?
No further tosh was penned.
| Contributors: | Roland, Stacy, P, Lucretia, Bop, Kevin, TG, Stertourssa@earthlink.net, KD. |
| Poem finished: | 5th March 1997. |