Here are two lovely poems from my good friend Otto Bruno, host of The Sunday Music Festa on Jazz90.1 in Rochester, NY.
There was an old man name of Crane
for poetry he was a pain
he thought it was worthy
I’d rather have scurvy
than listen to poets inane.
And the other, in haiku form…
Jason was Irish
a blight on his ancestry
he did not drink pints
[…] opinion of the (non-)rhyming arts, some of Otto’s own verses have appeared on this very blog. Enjoy! var a2a_config = a2a_config || {}; a2a_config.linkname="Otto weighs in on poetry"; […]