Thursday, December 29, 2011

WHEAT AND CHAFF

       What’s wheat is when I keep the beat
       And when my rhyme scheme’s deft and neat,
       When form and matter coincide
       And you find nothing to deride.

       What’s chaff is what provokes a laugh
       But inadvertently—a gaffe
       That makes you wonder if I’m daft
       Or just inept.






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