Monday, January 6, 2014

Stopping to Plagiarize on a Snowy Evening

No, as an author I don't really endorse the pilfering of another author's material. However, once the idea for the following poem took root in my mind, creativity took over, and I simply had to write it, but all in jest! The effort was a nice change of pace from the snow shoveling I've been doing the past couple days. Enjoy!

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.


  1. Twas many days after Christmas, and all through the house, all the presents were opened, and one even given to a mouse. The stocking were taken down, by the chimney with care, in hopes that no gifts had been left in there.

    1. I see I'm not the only one who can twist familiar lines. :)