Richard W. Reith
ADVISE AND CONSENT
(So I’ll disguise my dissent)
I shall take the bait
I can hardly wait
I’m up to the crime
to spin a new rhyme
you can create
words I cannot conjugate
So in, I’ll chime
And show that I’m
Not afraid of fickle fate)
although, when I spell
I wander through hell
So pick me apart –
in fact take my heart
when you spell
Though you carry us to grammar hell.
Yes, you’re smart,
though a little tart,
and Col’s own little Jezebel.)
Expose all my flaws
for Col, I am yours
While I’m hardly done,
for now I must run.
rhyming “yours” and “flaws,”
like having to kiss my new in-laws,
But I guess it’s done
And we like you, hon,
So watch as your critic withdraws.)
I start work at ten
But carry a pen
To put down a poem
when I am not home
though it vexes me when
A classy lady plays comedienne.
And though I’m a gnome
I’ll be at your home,
exactly, precisely, at the stroke of ten.)
So read and correct
Advise or reject
Your muse I remain
In heart and in brain
and tried to dissect
Words which never would interconnect,
But guess I’ll abstain
and so, I remain,
your in-house, misspelled, Smartalect…)
©Copyright January 23, 2006 by Richard W. Reith
Webmaster’s Note: The original poem, “Advice and Consent” Copyright January 23, 2006 by Robin Amy Bass is displayed in “normal” font. Rich’s response to Robin’s poem is in parenthesis and italicized.