Poetic License Court!
Y’Know, Not Every Single Word
That Grampa Writes or That You Heard
In One of His Poems Makes Sense!
He Pens With Poetic License!
The Rhyme Police, Set Stanza Traps!
To Catch Grampa Reaching, Perhaps!
Like That Time When He Rhymed ‘Aught’a’
With ‘Fodder’! The Cops Sprang, “Caught Ya!”
They Dragged Him ‘Fore the Magistrate!
And That Began a Hot Debate!
Which Our Grampa Lost, I’m Afraid,
When He Call On the Meter Maid!
Who Said, “His Rhymes are Not Perfect!
“But These Sweet Girls They Do Expect
“Sometime After Noon Saturday
“Another Rhyme Will Zoom Their Way!”
With His Poetic License Gone
For Ten Days What We Can Count On?
His Poem Will Arrive on Time!
His Learner’s Permit Lets Him Rhyme!
Your Grampa Sure Loves Y’All!
Love~Grampa (Jan. 17, 2015)
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