Sunday, April 7, 2024

Quatrain: My 'Poetry'

 


Quatrain

                                                  I have no hair;

My skull is bare;

It is unfair;

But I don’t care!

I actually composed this in my sleep. In a dream, there was someone referring slightingly to my looks. I stood up, made a cheerfully mocking bow, and declaimed this verse. I awoke and remembered it clearly.

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