Okay
. . .
so
why are your lines
trés
wry and fey? Trying
to
keep up, we’re like
kids
riding rodeo
sheep. A buck and a kick
do
the trick, and we’re
flying,
right into deep
sheep slick. So why
don’t
you just say
why,
okay, Ryan?
The poem is a jocular, admiring parody of the style of Kay Ryan.
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