What the Critics Said
We condemn this poet for his compulsion to rhyme
But must find a punishment fitting the crime:
His talent for writing will surely grow worse
And the loftiest poem turn to trivial verse.
He's tried to combine meaning and metre
And make sense and sound go hand in hand.
We're afraid there is no redeeming feature;
The spice in his 'cooking' is far too bland.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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