attempting a modern poem

oh heck, i could have done

something ugly to the sun

but the chitterbug wouldn’t let me

and there goes the rhythm and rime

like a peacock in the nose

so that is where common sense goes

aw shucks, i detect a rhyme

and almost immediately

i am no longer contemporary

i have to give up and let it flow

being a rhymester is all i know

being too big for my britches

i have to scratch where it itches.

Walt Abbott–7-25-2009