To The Critics

You must read Pope, Poe, Milton and Moliere  
then your nose too may rise up in the air  
as you recite your most recent sonnet  
regarding toast with Blue Bonnet on it.  
 
With words most people are a disaster  
but my words will prove I am the master.  
Your words no one will want to utter  
but mine are as smooth as the finest butter!  
 
Your crude thoughts are like margarine slices  
which you use for unspeakable vices  
that start with unintelligible rants  
and end with your hands deep down in your pants!  
 
     Words, like margarine, will seem insincere  
     Unless buttered by...The Midnight Sonneteer!