I Am the Very Model of a Poet on the Internet
I am the very model of a poet on the internet
I've penned away for years and years but haven't really got it yet
The virtual community is full of poet wannabees
(As their poetry suggests; they’ve thrived in rare realities)
This confusion remains a mystery with modern technology
Their computerology lacks eloquence and etymology
When the poetry machinery is lacking verbs and scenery
Their poem’s topography and sonnets lack geography
Among their illiterate pens, I’m but this speck of humanity
My poem’s a bit persnickety, but I don’t get so panicky
Their comical reviews implies the use of language is misused
but how to respond elusively, to something misconstrued
Is a bit precarious and I’ve no mind for argumentive tenuous
or reading works nefarious which impede, this bird, gregarious
My poetries, a nest impetuous, that lacks this same recklessness
The pearls of my neck-a-less, somewhat the poem adventuress
My ink, oft invisible affectedness with stanzas indivisible
an affinity for the miscible, words and rhyme impermissible
except for poems acceptable, I might be quite susceptible
to those unrecognizable critiques and comments inadvisable
I am the very model of a poet on the internet ...
penned away for years and years but haven't really got it yet
Deborah Russell, © 2006
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