why I won't bother
Why should we write another acrostic
How would it help improve our meagre verse?
You bludgeon poets with a softer stick;
I wonder why, maybe it's just your curse.
What meter madness lives inside your head?
Of iambs jumping fences must you dream,
No poem free of rhyme beside your bed.
The steady stream of sonnets sadly scream.
Beware the written word that likes to sing
Of love and beauty walking in the night.
The pain, the joy, the scheme, the scheme's the thing
Her pattern itches like a bitching mite.
Evolve, go write some lines and leave them blank.
Resolve to stop the form stuff, have a wank
Why should we write another acrostic
How would it help improve our meagre verse?
You bludgeon poets with a softer stick;
I wonder why, maybe it's just your curse.
What meter madness lives inside your head?
Of iambs jumping fences must you dream,
No poem free of rhyme beside your bed.
The steady stream of sonnets sadly scream.
Beware the written word that likes to sing
Of love and beauty walking in the night.
The pain, the joy, the scheme, the scheme's the thing
Her pattern itches like a bitching mite.
Evolve, go write some lines and leave them blank.
Resolve to stop the form stuff, have a wank