extemporanea

overcoming the impostor

Where Szymborska is youthful

And Oliver truthful,

My poems are wan and pathetic.

Where Parker is biting

And Millay exciting, 

My poems serve like an emetic.

Why must I write verse?

They couldn't be worse!

I bring shame on those women of letters.

They worked at their craft,

So I shouldn't be daft --

I'll practice and learn to write betters.