THE PERSISTENT POET
“I remember, I remember”—
Something special? Not a bit.
But, you see, this is November,
And Remember rimes with it.
HENCE THESE RIMES
Tho’ my verse is exact,
Tho’ it flawlessly flows,
As a matter of fact
I would rather write prose.
While my harp is in tune,
And I sing like the birds,
I would really as soon
Write in straightaway words.
Tho’ my songs are as sweet
As Apollo e’er piped,
And my lines are as neat
As have ever been typed,
I would rather write prose—
I prefer it to rime;
It’s less hard to compose,
And it takes me less time.