Monday morning writing joke: “Poetic justice”

Photo from Staunton News Leader, 1936

Poetic justice

You divorced me today,

But you can’t take my words away.

My words are worth

All your penny love on this old earth.

You claim you are owed

For being subjected to my odes.

You’ll receive neither cent nor couplet—

I don’t care if penalties double it.

This divorce has no rhyme nor reason,

So, love, take a haiku for the season.

I have given you my best.

I doubt you can stanza the rest.

David E. Booker

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World Poetry Day