Anne Cooks, By Brian37 (AKA Brian James Rational Poet on FB/META and @brianrrs37 on Twitter)

Anne saw that the poets were hungry
And she said, Oh pen
Write down a short order poem
She didn’t need Abracadabra
She took the pen
Made it her baby
In her writing hand and said Oh pen
And the pen wrote
Write with your mind’s eye
Opening up Pandora’s box
And she said
Prose men, prose men
I make it look easy
And lo, there were many poems
Next Anne held up a soliloquy
And said, Oh pen
And her admirers mimicked her
Like an assembly line printing press
The Pied Piper of poets
And lo, there were many

Anne passed out her books to the people
Wearing no hat
And they kissed her prose and poems
And they learned from the very well versed.
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This is my nod to Anne Sexton’s poem “Jesus Cooks”. I love the skepticism in her poem.