About You

Whitman sang of himself, arrogant fart,

And of the leaves and of grasses and dew.

Ovid sang the ways to woman’s (hem) “heart.”

But I just want to write poems about you.

Frost seemed to write about walking a lot

And Elliot seemed to like walking too

Poor Edgar Allen would write death and rot

But I just want to write poems about you.

About the way you make your nose wiggle

And how you seem to make each moment new

The sway of your hips, sound of your giggle

See, I just want to write poems about you.

The other poets can do what they do

But I just want to write poems about you

Dr. Benjamin J. Cline

10/30/05