Poems by Themis

Poets

Sometimes I think how strangely rhyme

The oddest words with words sublime:

Today he said, "X shows such malice..."

Before me moved that shining Chalice

Touched by those lips divine that spoke

Of love. And as Y fumed there broke

From his sore wound, "May every curse..."

I heard it inly rhyme with "verse",

Thought what my friends, the poets, would say:

"Verse is a curse", they'd grant, "all day

We have no quiet any more,

But silly rhymes will pour and pour

Into us, till mad with all that fizz

We perpetrate stupidities

Such as no prophet would prescribe...

Should you want wisdom, shun our tribe."

— That is my friends', the poets' lay;

God knows they mean not what they say!

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