Poetasty

I like using words in ways
I don’t expect. A turn of phrase
That turns a corner makes me smile.
Crook it like an old man’s stile:
Paint a cockeyed mental picture,
Make the crooked sixpence richer.
Is it poetry? Who knows?
A poet? I’m not one of those.
I’m just a guy who likes the sound
That words make when I write them down.

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