In response to Punam’s Challenge to Write a Poem that Addresses Itself or some aspect of its self (i.e., “Dear Poem,” or “what are my quatrains up to?”; “Couplet, come with me . . .”)
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Do not ask this of me
I won’t do it at all
I am too tired you see
Try again in the Fall
To rhyme or not to rhyme
there’s no question of that
I just do not have the time
I’m a poem not an acrobat
You can not toss words around
there is protocol and structure to me
I refuse to be your silly word clown
Now go away and just let me be!
Gypsie’s Wonderful World of Words 
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