Terse, my middle name,
My simple prolixity,
Never strays a word.
“A disadvantage,
My words are pedestrian,
No competition. “
Clarity wins out,
None of it is ambiguous,
Haikus forever
“Haikus forever,
Indeed or unless until,
Limericks come in. “
Wouldn’t that be fun,
Any old poetry now,
Easier to write.
Two Old Men 
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