Walking With Poets

Their nifty clothes

& clean-cut toes

Cast shadows, crisp & clear.

They drink fine wine

With mine & thine,

But never touching beer.

Whose pens are sharp,

With quills & harps,

Rich words with curls & swirls.

Then cash them in

For pies & gin—

Plus strings of perfect pearls.

Drink down their words

Near singing birds,

Splashing bashful thoughts.

Then sit down

With clones & clowns,

Sharing dreams you’ve bought,

Sport nifty clothes

& clean-cut toes

Cast shadows, crisp & stout.

Try to write

Your bitsy-bytes,

& do it without Doubt!

Be-gone old fears

(& you, too, tears)

Leave me to my work!

I need some time

To find sweet rhymes

With words like peas & pork.