(A Greatest Hit from my back catalogue.  An enormous nod to Robert Johnson and Elmore James)

 

I want a WriteOutLoud woman to do anything in the world for me

I want a WriteOutLoud woman to do anything in the world for me

She could lick my piece into shape; I mean my poetry.

 

I’d take down her pantoums and jiggle her spondees for fun

She’d mouth both my rondels and my phaleucian

We’d make the two-backed couplet until completion.

 

Now people if you are wondering why this poor boy has vowed

To work his way through all the girls who frequent WriteOutLoud

The answer, my friends, is plain to see

I’m a true cunning linguist; I just love poetry.

 

I’d love that woman when she’s in expletive mode

Or with her sestina they’d do a Sapphic ode

I’d play with her caesura till my diction explodes.

 

I want a WriteOutLoud woman to do anything in the world for me

I want a WriteOutLoud woman to do anything in the world for me

She can lick my piece into shape; I mean my poetry.