This Week’s Poem Is Not Here
Not that it’s ever been strictly weekly (unlike Joe’s erstwhile “Haiku Tuesday-Technically-Wednesday”). But anyway, go here to read Tap Dancing, by Virge. I’ll reproduce the first stanza to give you a taste:
He’s Terrence the talented tap dancing tapir;
He struts with staccato; he stomps.
He proudly peruses reviews in the paper—
The raves for his rollicking romps.
With intricate clamor he clowns and he capers
To audiences awed at his art.
He’s Terrence, a tormented tap dancing tapir
Who’s hurting and heavy of heart…
