A poem by Beverly Stock.
Loose Women, loose verse, which is worse?
If a corset that isn’t tied tight,
If a poet’s meter isn’t right,
If loose women gossip and fight?
Loose poets ruin cadence,
Mixing meter insures annoyance,
Loose women scantily dress,
Quite outrageously but with success.
Loose women, loose verse, which is worse?
I write verse in sanguinity
Honesty, truth, love: my holy trinity
Loose verse or just hypermobility?