Advice I Never Got, Never Gave, and Wouldn't Have Heeded Anyway


Never fall for a poet, son!
She'll read you verse and maybe worse.
She'll borrow your cart and sell your horse.
She'll dress in black and drive a hearse.
She'll scream her lines until she's hoarse.
Never fall for a poet, son!

Never fall for a poet, girl!
He'll sleep till noon while you're at work.
He'll 'vite girl friends to spend the night.
He'll call your aged dad a jerk.
He'll drink your wine until daylight.
Never fall for a poet, girl!

Never fall for a poet, self!
She's bound to only give you grief.
She's just bad news, you know her well.
She's champagne taste, she's on relief.
You're only grist for her muse's mill.
Never fall for a poet, self!


(won 1^st in Humor at 10th Muse 1999)