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The NaPoWriMo Day 15 prompt is to write a poem to your poem:
With you I have a bone to pick,
Dear poem, for you make me sick
The way each time, as sure as hell,
You will revert to doggerel.
I try for phrases great and grand,
But they come out as trite and bland,
While every wretched verse combines
Some stupid rhymes at ends of lines.
Oblique allusions, far and wide,
Will suddenly be clarified;
The mystery is all destroyed –
Ham-fistery, instead, employed!
I cannot understand just why
Such rigid meter you apply –
Why won’t you let me chop and change,
With lines arbitrarily strange?
Why, when of tipi I might write,
I find the whole thing changing, quite,
Reflecting Brit who spends a penny
After drinking cups too many?
Hey, you’re improving! You allowed
An extra beat last lines to crowd –
Now I want to try and do
Lines that come out one too few.
Yippee! That you permit!
Let’s see, though, how this one fits …
You, know, you’re getting so much better;
We’re becoming infinitely far less poetic lepers!
Glad we have had this little chat;
It seems, with some hard practice, that
We will truly learn to show ‘em
You can be a proper poem!