Boot+Kitty=Poetry in motion
I love seeing the gauntlets thrown as men join the melee
Swords raised high, charging forth, with their poetry.
Balladeer versus Parker verses that devil, Sven.
(They'll self destruct in no time, and I'll be the one who wins.)
Reading words from poetic damsels (who are obedient),
Adds to this mundane day of mine an important ingredient.
The wittiness of the women, the posturing of the men,
Enhance this vicarious life of mine when its set to pen.
Naturally, I never wish women admire the others less,
Just because I write so well (though I think ‘Deer is the best).
And just because I love Lorelei with every breath I take,
Doesn't make me love women less, only at arms length.
Parker, with his unusual style and Norse mythology lore,
Writes much better than I, so add a tally to his score.
And Sven, with his romantic bent, makes ladies' hearts beat fast,
While all I do is plink away with jest and some bombast.
So, if we count the tallies, and then compare the scores,
I think we'll find that this old pirate has been too long ashore.
But that won't keep my pen at bay, for its in the try I win
The joy of seeing my words bring forth the laughter of my friends.