Waitress

Funk Groove Miasma reads all his emails

Sugar high at the back table, never fails.

Villanelle, frankly, comes here most mornings

His every third sentence the very same things.

By contrast, you could say, sweet Haiku stays stum,

Just rings of silence and words, the minimum.

Ode is the talker but, it’s ten to the dozen -

It’s me and you, you and me, meant to be, buzzin’!

The heroic couplet sit at their window and chat

While the Free Forms are having their latest spat.

Or there’s Quatrain, the Rubik’s cube on caffeine

Working the phone tit-for-tat with the unseen.

Limerick is funny till he gets too coarse

And Sestina is Sestina is Sestina, of course.