Really Awful Poetry

 

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The Monday trip has coached my train of thought, making me all steamed up about poetry.

 So far this month, I think that you will find
All of my stuff has most precisely rhymed,
But now, for variation – just you watch! –
I’m using rhymes which don’t exactly match,
Which is true poetry, or so I have been told –
Such subtlety adds impact to the whole;
And meter, which religiously I follow,
I will hopelessly mix up, so I have lost all control, now;
To this I need to add, in verbiage flowery,
Obscure utter-(nonsense!)-ances – maybe re the mask of words in poetry
Which transcends any rules of time or space,
And uses wildly mixed-up features all in haste: 

Employing every obscure analogy,
Like malicious clouds firing bullets of rain,
And thunder with a rumbling apology,
From deep inside its hibernating den,
To give a warning to the swarming lemmings
That paradise lies not past the cliff,
And that migratory in-tendings
Will end up in having lots of bodies drift; 

Forthwith one rabbits on with original rhyme-scheme again,
Just so that you can get back to the same stream, and then
At last a rhyming stanza you allow,
But no real sense is needed, even now … 

Hey, this is kind of neat! D’you think it is sufficient
To enter for, and win, a major poetry competition?

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