Thanksgiving poem

A simple assignment In my high school confinement Was to write a brief ode On all that I owed, The ostensible reason The Thanksgiving season.

But rather than fight For space in the paper I chose to write A Thanksgiving caper. The design of the poem I mapped out with glee Of a Thanksgiving turkey Determined to flee.

With a sword and a thrust And a bombastic gust He broke free of his chains Despite the great pains And three stanzas later Left the feast with just taters.

But I dared to be bold And make the caper two-fold. As turkey with sword, So I with my words, Wielded the obscure In a dizzying blur, The same word on two lines But with different defines.

Deliberately confused, To get it refused.

The refusal came From a teenage dame, An on-and-off crush Who said with a blush She hadn't understood If my poem was good, It was too dense To make any sense.

So my double invention Became a double rejection, And that was the last time I wrote a poem that rhymed.