Time on the Poetic DL

by James Finn Garner

My similes have got sore knees.
My metaphors? Batting .184.
My anapest is not the best
And there’s no distance on my assonance.
Even sunny Rick Renteria
Pooh-poohs my onomatopoeia.

I’m sitting this week, or else ere long
My brain’ll need a Tommy John.

 

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