Don Quixote Poem by Francie Lynch
Don Quixote
Should you phone
When I'm at home,
Don't assume I'm all alone
Choosing epithets
For my stone.
If you phone
And hear me moan,
Don't assume I'm on my throne.
That's me practicing
Saxaphone.
When you phone
And hear me groan
In a singular monotone.
That's me tinkling
My xylophone.
I'm the new age
Don Quixote;
Sitting in
My library.
I'm not dying,
I'm versifying,
Communing with
Life's mystery.
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