Night Class
 
Over at the junior college I'm in a class at night.
Concrete walls and map rolls hanging
overhead, fluorescent light.
 
I signed up for poetry 101
'cause I'm gonna learn to write
about the cowboy ranch life
clever rhymes that will delight.
 
But its been six weeks since class begun
and I'm having pangs of fright
nobody's mentioned Waddie Mitchell!
Can you sense my dreadful plight?
 
How can I learn to coin a phrase
with a clever cowboy bite
if all I read is ancient meter.
Will Shakespeare give insight?
©Steve Dirksen