More Poets and Poetry Stuff

He Showed 'Em
When Eliot met his ancestors among the shades
They said, "Nice going, Tom. Not too shabby.
Who'd ever have thought a boy from Missouri
Could get himself a place in Westminster Abbey?"

Essay in Criticism
Alexander Pope, that bitch's puplet,
Sure could turn one mean couplet.

A Scene from The Lives of the Poets
Sylvia nursed a bird in a shoe box.
How from life did it pass?
Ted put in an unlit oven
And turned up high the gas.

After Reading Two Volumes
Back to Back by Contemporary
American Female Poets
In a sort of semi-prose
In the dirt they rubbed my nose.
"We alone can breed the seed--
Every month we weep and bleed."

Finished, I was filled with joy
Not to have been their Little Boy,
And, even more so, I was glad
Not to have been their Bad Old Dad.