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"Images are real good muse feeders aren't they??"

I used to receive regular challenges of images that needed to have their story told, or at least, a story told. Some of my more unusual poems came about as a result of that.

But I also wrote a poem to describe what was happening. Oddly enough, I never quite found an image that captured the essence of the poem.

Exchange Rate

A picture’s worth a thousand words, you send your image through,
I dash down but a hundred words and send it back to you.
You’re happy with the process, exclaiming all the while,
You think it is so wonderful, I really have to smile.

You’re matching up an image with a bit of doggerel,
And you’ve been too nice to mention that they have a bit of smell.
You seem to think you’re winning in this game of sleight of hand,
While all I’ve done is toss out words and see just where they land.

Like doing up a load of clothes and matching up the socks,
It’s not as though I have to take them down to beat on rocks.
I take what’s worth a thousand and give you one for ten,
And when I look up one more time you’re standing there again.

As you go home just chortling over what you think is great,
I’m getting rich as Croesus at this greedy exchange rate.
While you take out these loads of nonsense that I’ve told,
I’m filling up my treasure vault with images of gold.

NicknamedBob . . . . . . . . . . . April 27, 2004