Sunday, May 7, 2023

Non-Fiction in The New Yorker

If the subject is appealing,

I’ll, at first, begin to read,

Though the facts with which I’m dealing

Are way more than what I need. 


All the knowledge that I’m gaining,

By the time I reach page 3,

Can’t prevent my interest waning

And I’m sure it’s not just me.


Aren’t the editors aware of

When a story is too long?

For, as readers, we despair of

Lack of reining in what’s wrong.


What I mostly end up doing

Is abandoning, mid-stream,

Someone’s effort, rarely ruing 

That it might be gaining steam.


Still, I’ll stick with my subscription;

Through its pages I will comb.

What might cause a true conniption

Is an enigmatic poem!

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