Bless me, Father Rhysling, for I have sinned…

Inspired by the column about science fiction poetry I wrote today for the next issue of the Saskatchewan Writers’ Guild‘s magazine Freelance, I have done something I rarely do, and committed the act of poetry; specifically, the act of science fiction limerick.

An unpublished writer of rhyme
Travelled three hundred years back in time.
He stole from a poet
Who, unborn, didn’t know it.
Plagiarizing the future’s no crime!

I apologize to any and all actual poets in the audience.

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