The Game of Poetry
The judges seem to abhor my Irish lore
And found my transition From White to Black a bit of a bore
Even my Thoughts for the Holidays escaped their attention
No winners among them, not even an honorable mention
But alas I write on dear friends and pay it no matter
With Forums to read with all of their chatter
My poetic friends are the reason I stay
Reading their poems each and every day
With a new year clearly in sight
I pray I will not become contrite
For to remain poetically polite
To me just seems to be right
So I bid my friends good cheer
With best wishes for the New Year
May the good poems rise like cream to the top
On this poetry site we refer to as OP
©Copyright Charlie Gragg, December 23, 2010
Happy New Year to All
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