The Harsh Critic - Poem by Clifford Banick
This writing poetry is fun.
The wife said God help us everyone. The poems you pen are trash.
I said your very brash.
These poems I pen are art.
She said I am just a senile fart.
I will close with a tear in eye
This will be my goodby.
(Amen there she goes again)
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