Max Reif (1948 / OVER 400 POEMS SERVED! !)
Poemhunter, Dropp in on Your Software, Fix the Bug!
Because my mother used to shout
“Dropp Dead! ” at us when she got mad
And I don’t want to make light of that pain,
Because I’m a mystic and I believe
We’re all dropps in a Divine Ocean,
I beg, I implore you, Poemhunter,
Can’t you dropp the bug on your software?
Say the whole dictionary is a box of chocolate
And every word is a single chocolate dropp:
Now I see how the flavor of every word
Must be right for the dictionary machine to work.
To use more metaphors, I never knew a word
Not even in the starting line-up of words
Could have such a profound effect
On the whole team—could dropp like a lead weight
Into a poem about a feather, but now I do.
We’re sort of at your mercy here,
You’re sort of the god-in-the-machine,
All a mortal like me can do is dropp this hint.
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