Bart Edelman
It’s as basic as that.
This poor chap has used the Cap.
Oh, drat, drat, drat, drat.
And what shall I say?
Can’t make it go away.
Upper case is here to stay.
But if it could disappear.
Remain absent, abandon fear.
Would it then become clear?
Might I increase my range?
Explore the foreign and the strange?
Cash in on height exchange?
Yes, a simple letter by size,
Seems, initially, to traumatize
Poetry editors, far and wide.
By word, it must be true.
I’m done before I’m through.
Sailing solo without a crew.
It’s just my lot, I guess.
Nothing more and little less.
This dreadful Cap I need address.