Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Dog Growl, 3

This is a response to an imaginary critic, with a lewd double entendre in the last couplet:
I say my poems are good; you disagree.
Whom should the reader trust more, you or me?
I cultivate the Muse; you try to waste her.
You have no taste; I am a poet-taster.
My talent's length and girth strikes others dumb,
and with this poem you too can't but succumb.

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