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Recorded Reading (1:24): https://www.dropbox.com/scl/fi/iw5nxz4unp5myjxay873w/Infant-Sensible.mp3?rlkey=rlbwxs59kykh8okkmcmf6dtwv&st=g9ffa7vp&dl=0

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Infant Sensible

Oh, I was an iambic babe
Who cut my teeth on rhyme
When parents read me poetry
Insisted they keep perfect time

I might have been a little late
Learning how to walk
But certainly was not delayed
In bending people’s ears with talk!

Remember a librarian
Bent way over to look at me
Saying “Aren’t you a little young
To be reading Emily?”

In Junior High my teachers
Avoided me because
I just would not stop asking them
What a sonnet was

It’s a good thing I never went
To University ~
The label of “derivative”
Would be stuck all over me

I doubtless would insisted have
To keep on making sense
Something they make unwelcome
As with all dange’rous precedents

For who would pay a fortune to
Have to them explained
The verses they are reading
If no ambiguity remained,

If poetry were something
Which went right to the heart
Rather than convolute itself
For passing grades from modern art?

Since now I reach that time of life
Obnoxiousness me more become
I’ll say it straight on out for you:
Incoherency is dumb.

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