Oh poem that spoke of a man who croaks
Were you not my own I would quote you
I would think that whoever composed you smokes dope
but I know it ain't so 'cause I wrote you

Which poet is it, that constructed you, ode?
'Twas me! Though I scant deserve credit.
For a poem's not a poem 'less it stands on its own
through my 50 neurotic edits.

And, let's not forget the post-poem note!
Doleful lament upon poem just wrote
Pensively telling of muse that had flown
Though reader, perhaps, was just glad poem was done.

NOTE: The poet wishes it to be known:
It's not his intent to promote or condone
the writing of poems about one's other poems.
Do as I say, not as I've done.

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