Eliot's an idiot
If he thinks April stinks.
I like April.
I get to write poems
Tapping away without a care in the world beyond
Scaring a metaphor out of hiding
Finding a a rhyme
(Which is as easy as tickling a simile
Out of my stream of consciousness.)
Lending an ear to assonance and
Holding a meter to ransom.
Oh yes!
It's Good. All good.
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