Draw, O coward!
Was it a car, or a cat I saw?
A level, a
Civic
Racecar.
Able was I, ere I saw Elba.
Madam, I'm Adam,
never odd or even,
no lemon, no melon.
Rise to vote, Sir,
live not on evil.
Did I level? I did.
Sexes
level.
Eva, can I stab bats in a cave?
No, in on ion,
rotors as rotor,
radars as radar,
sexes
level.
Sexes
tenet,
solo stat solos.
Madam, I'm Adam,
a man, a plan, a canal: Panama.
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 383
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