Thursday, April 05, 2007

"Poor Pickings"

Today's poem is by "Abigail Sprigge."
A burglar entered by mistake
A poetess's room one day.
And finding there was nothing else
To steal, he stole away.

Here's what the critics are saying:

"And if you ask me—well—it's a damned good poem. Because it's got but four lines, and they're damned short! And it's further a good one, because it isn't all gooey with flowers, and springtime, and love, and what—the—"
—Clay Calthorpe

(To learn more—read this!)

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1 Comments:

Blogger S. said...

Extra credit to those who can identify the poetic form Sprigge's verse exemplifies.

12:14 PM  

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