The Fibonacci poetic form plays with syllables, following the mathematical “Fibonacci Sequence.” 1,1,2,3,5,8, etc. I enjoy playing with this form, sometimes letting the lines increase and then shrink back down again. Which is no excuse for what follows…
Dedicated to anyone who has ever read to an empty room and wondered “is it me?”
The Eleventh Plague
we
saw
Moses
looking smug
leaving Mount Sinai
with a sheaf of papers, shouting
My people! God has given me this brand new chapbook!
Everyone shuddered: Not again!
His poetry stank
but no one
dared tell
him
so
Penguin Poems 
Andrew, I am so behind in my things that I need to do….like order your chapbook, call the alarm company to fix the wiring, take my car to the shop for it’s check up…before they void the warranty on me..make a doctor’s appt. annual physical thingie–weed my garden.
You are there, with a gold star no less, to remind me–and I will I promise. Because I love your words and your wit. Thank you!
LOL for real – a real belly laugh 🙂 This is just too funny, Andrew.
hahahaha…lets just say, i understand your pain…even the divinely inspired sometimes fall on deaf ears…or no ears….and you know…maybe those moments are there to keep us, like moses, humble…smiles…
Thank you for the rib-tickling laughter. And no – your poetry is not to be treated as a bad smell!
Ha..ha..this is so funny ~
If at first you don’t succeed…
haha… this is hilarious, Andrew