Pick Nits
Pick critics brains here
In overused critique’s page
It is nitpicking time
The Poet
The words do not rhyme
The meter an iamb off
Yet he dares to write
Disarming Love
Futile affections
When Venus de Milo loves
In absurd embrace
Who Caught Who
Run after me
Beckon the flirty lady
Until I catch you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem