‘Step away from the poetry, madam.’
Busted – should have known they’re looking for me for serious crimes against poetry. I finish my line before I face them. Defiantly.
‘Officers, please have a seat. If you behave yourselves, I might offer you a treat.’
‘Enough with the terrible rhymes, you vandal.’
One tries to manhandle me away from my desk.
‘You know what I’ll do? I’ll write what I want. My lines may not scan as well as they should, but I’m gonna keep at it. Poetry’s here for good. How else will I improve?’
‘Good point,’ they say. ‘We approve.’
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Poetry Police? Scary, even in a story! In addition to not arresting you, the police should take a class. Thanks!
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I agree! Glad you received a reprieve! 🙂
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Thanks, Melinda 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Thank you 🙂
To be honest, it’s mostly in my head. I still think my poetry is terrible, even though I’ve decided to put some of it on the blog.
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I love this Sonya!
Fortunately, the poetry police are open to new ideas, as are the art police. We’d lose our creativity if we weren’t allowed to experiment.
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Thanks, Jane! I wish I could get the poetry police out of my head, though…
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Let’s have a revolution. We’ll line them all up against the wall and shoot them – except that the only place they live is inside your head…
Quick! Duck!
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Poetry police! what could i think of it, an invention or a dream or a thought! I think it’s what make a man to keep writing for himself! I don’t what you think of it when you invent it? But it could prove a inspiration for someone 🙂
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