The old walker said,
Is the sign
Of a grown man's sanity.
Today
I heard the crickets loud and sweet,
Deet-Deetle-Leet-Deetle-Leety.
But what about yesterday?
You're quick to ask,
What about yesterday's diction?
Ah, my dear, haven't you learned?
A poem is yesterday's fiction.
Deet-Deetle-Leet-Deetle-Leety.
