Weight Watching Poets
Calories in everythin'
All add up to that fat or thin
You cannot eat that, you must eat this
A poet can rhyme that with a kiss
Are words therefore also a sin?
I wonder if I should cut
The endless cups of coffee but
I'd only drink my tea instead
I need caffeine to clear my head
To tighten up my lines somewhat.
A poet diets to shed those
Old clichéd words that oft disclose
Too much. Not enough is worse
It is a curse of written verse
Perhaps I should then write in prose