If poets wrote poems whose titles were anagrams of their names….(via Shot by both sides)
Likable Wilma
by William Blake
Wilma, Wilma, in thy blouse,
Red-haired prehistoric spouse,
What immortal animator
Was thy slender waist’s creator?
When the Rubble clan moved in,
Was Betty jealous of thy skin,
Thy noble nose, thy dimpled knee?
Did he who penciled Fred draw thee?
Wilma, Wilma, burning bright, ye
Cartoon goddess Aphrodite,
Was it Hanna or Barbera
Made thee hot as some caldera?
nice smug me
by e.e. cummings
this here verse’s
disjunct
i used to
stick to regular metered
poetry
now i write onetwothreefourfive
poemsjustlikethat
Jesus
but this is simple work
and what i want to know is
how much am i going to get paid for this
mister editor
And finally, a haiku by Basho:
Has B.O.
Swamp mist, eyes water—
Why is that monk still wearing
Winter robes in June?
Dylan Thomas is pretty good as well.