I used to have a problem getting through
the deaf and blind resistance of the forum
to all my sage opinions; for while true,
my wordiness, it seemed, would often bore ‘em.
And then I met a simple smiling dot
whose facial quirks and fuzzy punctuation
express what all my treatises do not--
and in a word (read picture) end frustration.
If I should say their poems needs more work,
they ought to take up tatting, well you know
I’d come across as some unfeeling jerk
unless I let my ease the blow.
I know how rude it is to out loud
although I may be grinning like a possum,
so I insert a or or
to indicate that I am ROTFLMAO.
Some comments used to make me bite my tongue
to stifle wicked squelches I almost
let slip, but now I slip a among
the tongue-in-cheek rejoinders that I post.
And if that’s just too subtle to be clear,
and I suspect they’ll miss the irony,
I graphically insert a here,
and thus convey my point emphatically.
If poems or poets fill me with emotion
because one or the other makes me sad,
my sour mood calls for a emoticon
to say, “Dear poet, this is really bad.”
Or “This is lame.” or “One of us is crazy,
and I am quite convinced it isn’t me.”
I’ve found a to be succinct (read lazy),
and worth a thousand words no one will see.
So whether I feel rapturous or grossed
by what I’m looking at on my PC,
I have a or for every post,
to illustrate the poem’s effect on me.
And all because of you, beloved circle,
whose beady little eyes and puffy cheeks
have elevated me to brave new peaks,
and made of me an icon of critiques.