Peeved Poem by shimon weinroth

I sent you a poem
and you didn't remark,
or mark the day,
I'm so annoyed you didn't say,

how much you enjoyed
how impressed and clever
you thought,
poetry of my sort

I sent you my poem,
unknown and unacknowledged,
I am so distraught and angry
that you did ignore,

such fine sentiments
and noble metaphors
perhaps, put you to sleep
and made you snore

alas my poetry is beyond your scope
foolish that I did hope
to touch your inner soul
with elegaic meter and sweet lore,

one who is mundane, bothered by the inane
existentialist, solopsist and narcissist,
I have sworn not to send more
to one who is such a boar

plead as you may, beg as you wish
ask to forgive this mighy slight,
impaled, I turn a deaf ear and closed eye
prostrating and praying are of no use

you are barred from coming
to my next public reading
to be held on the 25th at seven o'clock
at rhe Stevens Auditorium