Cry Baby Cry

CRY BABY CRY What makes me cry is not a sweet word Humor, sadness, loss or anything so absurd, But the whole raft of rules I gotta obey. There must be “ No Names” but without my name, hey. . . How will favorites like me be rewarded? I must “please date”. Must be a new poem, and regarded As such, so as usual I will pick out one of my oldies, re-title it, Change one word, add today’s date, and that’s the whole bit. I must use “spell check” instead of just Turning in any old guff - which I usually must. I have to use any form which is acceptable, the norm, Except, “ I don't know” which is my favorite form, So instead I will simply call it ‘verse’, Cos that’s pretty much the same thing, but worse. These rules and regulations are cramping my natural style Sooner than enter such a contest I would walk a mile. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Note A light-hearted, humorous piece, not to be misinterpreted , except by the paranoid. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . .. . . . . . . Written 27 July 2012 Entered in Lisa Cooper ~Dark Poetess’s Contest One Silver Tear