To a teacher who said my poem’s rhyme was out of kilter in one place, (which it was):
You criticize my work of art
A privilege free for all.
But say my rhyme scheme falls apart
And you’re beyond your call.
A critic, brilliant though you be,
With great poetic spirit,
You set no law ensnaring me
Don’t speak, I just won’t hear it.
And so I’ll say it one more time
And please–remain on friendly terms
My poem doesn’t have to rhyme
If I don’t want it to.
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