April

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.