Poetic License to Kill

I’m a poet
And I know it.
I have a pedigree
To be free.
I have a license
For nonsense.
I’m certified
To commit wordicide.

I love lemons and I love limes.
I love poems with goofy rhymes.

I love limes and I love limericks.
I love lemons and I love lemonricks.

Rhyming words are such a hoot:
Butte and route and suit and flute.

Iambic pentameter made Shakespeare swell.
Trochaic tetrameter will do just as well.

A lousy poet uses couplets;
An artsy poet writes quintuplets.

Homonyms must sound alike
And homonyms are spelled alike.
Their meanings must not be alike.
Is that like something you would like?

Synonym is an antonym of antonym,
But antonym is not a synonym of synonym.

Simile is like the same,
But what’s another likely name?

This poem has a metaphor,
But what’s that silly meta for?

Alliterative lit’rature
Makes a poet seem mature.

Onomatopoeaicisms really bong my bell.
It’s time to go. Auf Wiedersehen! Farewell!

I’ve got thoughts and I’ve got time.
You can call me. Here’s a dime!

I’m a poet
And I know it.
I have a pedigree
To be free.
I have a license
For nonsense.
I’m certified
To commit wordicide.


Copyright February 5, 2011
eMeRaLD Effect Enterprises