Tuesday, November 4, 2008


My poetry is rat poison to editors,
but here and there a Philistine seems to like it.
-- Edwin Arlington Robinson

Give me a friend who drinks lite beer
And burps his favorite Shakespeare.
Find me a wife who loves to bake
While she recites some William Blake.
Show me a man who loves his gun
And reads Emily Dickinson.
Certainly, everbody knows
A line or maybe more of Poe's,
But I'd be filled with sparkling hope
To find a mate who smirked at Pope.
And I'd be blessed by my dear Maker
If someone knew of me, Chris Baker.

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