Treasure Island

Stanley Cooper

(August 4th,1926 / New York City)

Doctor Doctor Hear Me Out


Doctor, Doctor, hear me out
I fear I've got poetic gout
I'm in the need of diagnosis
Inform me of my rhyme prognosis

Wandering meters have got me down
Since most critiqu-ers upon them frown
I find myself in syntax ailing
As sentence structure has me failing

I'll never be a rhyme achiever
My metaphors just cause me fever
Similes I most despair with
Likeness-es they can't compare with

I'm laden down with fractured spelling
My broken English is not compelling
Doctor, Doctor, hear me out
I fear I've got poetic gout

Submitted: Monday, February 13, 2006

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  • Titi Dale (3/30/2013 5:02:00 PM)

    Ah :) reminds me of writer's block, this poem. Haha :) nice rhyming and rhythm, keep it up! (Report) Reply

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