My poem is the best you’ve seen

Its rhyme is elegant and clean

A timeless message aging through

Tis more than other poets do

 

As I get my laptop machine out

My destination is not in doubt

Soon I find a cyber anthology

With a main editor known to me

 

Delight I can hardly contain

That man and I share a name

It takes only seconds to see

The anthology’s editor is me!

 

Excitement now overtaking me

Publication is a certainty!

Acceptance waiting being clear

My eve of outing drawing near

 

Prepare a truly stylish missive

This man cannot be dismissive

Within a second it’s returned

Incredibly my verse is spurned!

 

At the anthology’s true core

The editor logged in once more

He saw a rhyme from one he knew

But said this simply will not do

 

Today a lesson has been learned

Your poetry will all be burned

For the giddy heights of power

Corrupt any man within an hour!

 

Patrick Mackeown, June 2006

Picture: Maare Liiv