Is it over yet?
Have you done?
Have all you poets
finished rhyming scone with gone,
or scone with bone?
Has there been an outpouring of rhythms and rhymes,
(excessive at times)
and a plethora of similes and metaphors,
newly minted, never heard befores?
Also, have you poets taken liberties
with your language?
I bet you have.
It’s what you do.
I ask again…
Have you done?
Yes?
Good. I’m off to eat a toasted scun.
