Oh this will be easy, because I just know Pinche will never read this poem, having vowed never to read poetry — I believe he said something to the effect it’s … icky.
So here’s a poem just for you, Pinche, even though you will never read it.
Poem for Pinche
It’s very bad,
It’s awful rotten,
These asshat poems,
By hell begotten.
Pinche vowed,
To close the door
On poems by poets
Evermore.
O how I tremble!
How I quake!
To think my work
Such dire mistake!
From Pinche’s words
oh dare I think
that all my poems
verily stink?
Ah no, alas!
That cannot be!
For lo! The stink
It comes from he!
My fiery rage
Will never die
Till Pinche repents
His evil lie!
For poems are good,
And poems are neat
And I’m a poet,
Cute and sweet.
I shall not stop
’cause Pinche cries
‘gainst poetry
and gives it pies.
So stay away,
I shall not stop!
I’ll write my poems
Until I drop!
The end. 😛
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put down that pen,
since poet’s oft
have greater ken:
They grapple with
the root of things.
Where pundits gab,
The poet sings.
And if you doubt,
ask which is worse:
a lie in prose
or truth in verse?
the big oak tree
first i put my palms flat on its bark
it pulled me closer
then i leaned into it, body against bark
with heart pounding, thump thump thump
all the sounds you hear in the dark
under the covers in the quiet late night
i lost my bearings
and this beating heart
…felt like two
Who claimed that all verse was Bat Guano
His friends came around
And all beat him down
Until poems were all he would swallow!
as to the content…well….i disagree with pinche’s opinion, but ill fight (not with you, of course, but in general) for his right to express it. or something like that.
it took me a long time in my life to be able to look at things through others eyes, as poetry often requires. and it took effort on my part; it didnt come naturally to me at all. so i understand those who dont appreciate it as much as i do.
my vote: keep ’em coming!!!