A recent poem that I submitted was rejected by an editor here. It was a piece about hope, struggle, love, tenderness, and overcoming fear. It dealt with the hardship of sacrifice and the heavenly joy of lovers’ intimacy. It described one man’s struggle to overcome his limitations so that another could benefit.

The piece was originally entitled “I Knew a Chap Horatio who Struggled with Fellatio.” Because the editor criticized the misuse of a word in the title, it was subsequently renamed to “I Knew a Chap Who was Remiss About His Poor Cunnilingus.” Regardless of appellation, it was a well conceived and noble work that has been applauded elsewhere. For it displays excellent meter and a sound rhyme scheme when read, as the famous quote goes, “trippingly on the tongue.”

But I have decided NOT to fight to have the work published on this site. Instead I shall take the high road, and gracefully accept its rejection.

So Ms. Rascal, you have won. I concede defeat. I am licked.