What would I do if my poetic license were revoked?
Sit in my room and cry like the ugliest child in the world
For I got it from a Cracker Jack box anyway
Though I was hoping for a baseball card
And it must have restrictions anyway
For poetry should rhyme
Be sprinkled with violets and roses
Puppies, lovers, and sunsets
But four lines and a single metaphor
Do not a poem make
If the gods of verse take it away
I’ll get another at Sears
For they’re in a clearance bin
Beside the car batteries
For $1.99
this is great Amy, just love it . funny at points ,straightforward showing a determination to keep writing.Love your spunk here! Keep up excellent work!