We write of sophistry, hegemony, and things that go bump in the night.
There's sullen mumbles and angry grumbles and turning toward the light.
But, editors slash and turn into trash, works we know are fine.
Screaming, 'This can't have worth or be held dear...it rhymes! '
Our brains do smile and giggle and dance with music in the words,
as rhythms enhance our thoughts and stance in terms before unheard.
So, let's go with Poe, and stay loose with Seuss and the Goose.
Never denying what o