Walking With Poets
Their nifty clothes
& clean-cut toes
Cast shadows, crisp & clear.
They drink fine wine
With mine & thine,
But never touching beer.
Whose pens are sharp,
With quills & harps,
Rich words with curls & swirls.
Then cash them in
For pies & gin—
Plus strings of perfect pearls.
Drink down their words
Near singing birds,
Splashing bashful thoughts.
Then sit down
With clones & clowns,
Sharing dreams you’ve bought,
Sport nifty clothes
& clean-cut toes
Cast shadows, crisp & stout.
Try to write
Your bitsy-bytes,
& do it without Doubt!
Be-gone old fears
(& you, too, tears)
Leave me to my work!
I need some time
To find sweet rhymes
With words like peas & pork.