To Magazine Editors Poem by Margaret Kollmer

I’m wanting to say things
but they come out in rhyme-
It’s hard to write ‘straightly’
Blame it Ed, on my prime.
I’m wanting to tell you
how much your new mag
Appeals to this squint-eyed
but perceptive old hag.
I don’t want to read about
getting my man
I’ve had two and frankly
I don’t give a damn.
I don’t want to see
models walking the ramp
In clothes I consider
look best on a vamp.
So many on TV
keep chirping their song;
so beautifully groomed
So who dun them wrong?
I could write stories
to make their tales pale
For haven’t we all
Trod our own hill and dale?
Entertainment is good writing;
New words mean a lot
like apophthegms and augurs
both lovesome, God wot!
I used to love Sheridan
the poet, so wise
I thought he was dead
but what a surprise!
‘In your face’ is just that –
A style I adore
Don’t give me just pretty words
to life’s there’s much more.
There’s more, too, to read now
I get more for less
I’m able to discriminate
and your mag** is the best.

**Fill in indiscriminately!