I'm Walt. And I'm Marie Elena.
This is the collaboration of two kindred spirits; partners in rhyme;
"the best friends we've never met."
All "Across the Lake. Eerily."

Tuesday, March 2, 2010


A coronation not withstanding
she plies her writing wile,
pieces full of substance,
all panache and style.
She carries herself with an air
of aristocratic aplomb,
she, the Matriarch of Mirth;
she surely is "da bomb".
She's every bit of Kid Lit,
poetic and precise,
a partner worthy of this blog,
and to top it off, she's nice.
She thinks my poems take the cake,
she calls them "cat's meow",
but she's every bit the poet,
she holds her own, and how!
The "Toast of all Toledo",
a credit to Maumee,
a mother in her own write,
that's certainly Marie!


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