Calling it poetry was a liberty but I’ll
forgo raising a case; I’m liberal when
it comes to placing my name on a scroll –
given I once wrote pallid dross badly,
just as desperately droll.
Was much younger then, tuned to sensitivity,
which eventually won. But to claim this rubbish
was writ with splendiferous merit is to twist truth,
turn a blind eye to poetic form, expose writer
and commentary to ridicule and scorn.
Let these comments adorn the walls of the forum
then, where opinion ferrets rabid rats and pests
joust with teasing cats. It is clear to any poet with
an eye to rhyme and rhythm the writer here was
deaf and blind and given over to plagiarism.
The reputation thus of this ‘skilled’ reviewer
gathers rust. I place my trust he won’t affix his
name to anything I bring, praying no one has a
mind to draw his notice much maligned.
© 26 March 2007, I.D. Carswell
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