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Brian Bilston
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Here’s a poem called ‘Neither Rhyme nor Reason’.

Neither Rhyme Nor Reason

To make poems rhyme can sometimes be tough
as words can seem to be from the same bough,
yet each line’s ending sounds different, though,
best covered up with a hiccough or cough.

Was this upsetting to Byron or Yeats?
Dickinson, Wordsworth, Larkin or Keats?
Did they see these words as auditory threats?
Could they write their lines without caveats?

What does it matter when all’s said and done
if you read this as scone when I meant scone?
It’s hardly a crime. There’s no need to atone:
language is a bowl of thick minestrone.

So mumble these endings into your beard –
this poem should be seen, rather than heard.

Brian Bilston

Vassil Nikolov | Васил Николов
@vnikolov@ieji.de

"If this be error, and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved."
(WS)

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