For the Author

The rhythm! The Rhythm!

The beat! The Beat!

Old poets were minimal

To stay on their feet.


Tit for tat

By the “riff-raff”

In a world of rap.

(Tune into that!)


The bells! The bells!

Chime all throughout hell,

You just need to hum along-

To sing their song.


Sonnets speak the words kept in hearts of men.

*Shakespearian chorus*

(From the Bard or us)

Will keep you from being alone again.


Sing the tune and stamp your feet!

You are judged by the words you keep!

When you are alone, and it is said and done,

I hope you remember: you had some fun!