Why Obsolescence Poem by Douglas Scotney
Why Obsolescence
Armchair travellers
were parlour men.
Blunt used to be cash -
for the hunt
you were often on
in your pockets.
You still often are,
but no longer hunt blunt:
for the corny rhyme,
or it could be,
for free-verse poetry.
Monday, August 6, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: old,poetry,rhyme
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