WELCOME TO TUESDAY FLASH FICTION AT GOBBLERS/MASTICADORES!
A poet is a poet till not proven otherwise.
And to prove that might be a long and futile battle.
When the urge to rhyme is strong, then no one can brand you wrong.
At times, poetry is literally meant for the dogs.
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Shanta was a poet. At least he thought he was. He could make words rhyme and place them in separate lines. That was his definition of poetry. His third-grade teacher had praised his poem – ‘I Love My Mummy’ to the skies. Though there was nothing praiseworthy to it, the teacher’s four-year affair with Shanta’s […]