Homer's (the blind man's) poetry as seen by the waiter

"Iliad VI"
 

counting bookpages

- nothing to worry said he -

yet his checkbook knew.

(Kiting haiku 03/97)

  he hurried now to document his worksheet;

By writing on paper the original objective,

he thought of considerations he had to meet,

design-changes, directives to follow, respective

to make. Somewhat sidetracked he opened his

letters. It was hate-mail, the kind saying "Will

you please pay now! But if not ..." believe this.

They were all appropriately named after Bill-

-y the Goat. So he herded into the tub his mail

stared at them papers and asked "Who should

be paid first?" while shuffling and mixing the bale

"me-mämäämääämäääämääääämääääämä-me could

you please," they were all me-mae me-mae-ing him.

For all to get paid the chance was very slim.

(A sonnet for the collection agency)       

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