236. On the yellow legal pad on which he had written the
first line of his poem, he has listed all the words that rhyme with ‘mind’, and
he is trying to write out lines that will end with those words.
237. I said to him, “You are not writing a poem, you are
composing a limerick.
238. My husband does not understand the difference between a
poem and a limerick, and my attempts to explain the difference just threw him
into a rage.
239. He thinks the idea that there is something one needs to
know about writing poetry is just as absurd as needing to know things in
order to paint a painting.
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