you saw a sheep in the field,
she was grazing and
you loved the sight,
you were told she is a herbivore,
you smiled sheepishly.
you saw a leopard in the woods
as it hunted down an antelope
poor creature! you empathized..
but you admired the guise on display;
you were told 'that's a carnivore'
brave! you grinned.
in the subtlety of your might
you approached and then
enveloped everything on sight;
omnivore! you proclaimed yourself,
and how ominous you are.
but me you see on poemhunter,
artfully munching on poems,
and now contempt awakes;
you see that I'm a poemivore
and now you have dusted your encyclopedia,
why?
'what? ' you ask
'why? ' I answer
are you suddenly asking questions?
why?
herbivorous are in the field
carnivorous are in the woods
poemivorous are on poemhunter;
everyone of us in our nature,
are you tickled but still no giggle?
woebegone is the man,
who will measure,
the egg's age with the hen;
who will measure,
Einstein's ingenuity with an autopsy;
who will measure,
a poet's words with a dictionary.
I love every stanza of this poem. Grate piece there. more ink to your pen.
A poet's words with a dictionary Who will ever measure, is there any telling? It's hard to say!
but me you see on poemhunter, artfully munching on poems, and now contempt awakes; you see that I'm a poemivore and now you have dusted your encyclopedia, why? ohhh liked this stanza very much. you are very sheeeeeeeeeeepy. tha nkyou very much. nice poem. enjoyed reading you. tony
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
el grande monsieur, eternal applaud