I once read
faint praise that was quite the reverse
About a
particular rhymed sample of light verse.
The reviewer
it seemed was put off
By some of its
rhymes at which he did scoff.
The poor man,
though, was misunderstood
Indeed his
view was just the reverse.
When he noted
the words had been twisted
To create the
rhymes real words had resisted.
He really
expressed admiration
When he asked
“what in tarnation
Made the poet
believe that in his creation
He could use
such rhymes so many times
And not one
day face condemnation?”
When he rhymed
the roof’s eave
With his
friend Murphy Steve
To describe what
he could not retrieve
He was
criticized like you wouldn’t believe.
But in fact
this critic was expressing admiration.
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