Stopping to Plagiarize on a Snowy Evening
By Rick Barry (with inspiration from Robert Frost)
Whose words these are I think I know.
His lawyer isn’t watching though.
He will not see me scanning here
To steal his words, which nicely flow.
My little dog must think it queer
To filch these lines without fear,
To pinch the words and be a fake,
The darkest cunning of the year.
He gives his dog tags a loud shake
As if to warn, “A lot’s at stake!”
The only other sound’s the beep
My printer gives as lines I take.
These words are lovely, rich and deep,
But me? I have deadlines to keep,
And pages to type before I sleep,
And pages to type before I sleep.