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An unpublished writer of rhyme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.