Well-Wisher.

[tectak]

Thought I'd get rid of those 'cliches' for you

Tom Tectak took a lot of words
and put them in a mixing bowl
He stirred them with a paper sword
and wrapped them in a sushi roll
where Auden found them all.

Tom Tectak wrote the universe
that grew until it blocked the sun;
and from the shade we heard him curse
all metaphor. Poetry is done
since Davies wrote it all.

Tom Tectak offered up a prayer
but said it in an awful rush
and left before he brushed his hair
I'd tell you of his pretty blush
but Hopkins said it all.

Tom Tectak hid behind the tree
and squatted down, his bottom bare,
to defecate... there was a bee...
I couldn't make this up, I swear
that Thomas saw it all.

See how helpful I am?

Hey...go find your own poem! This is plagiarism of concept and that says it all
sincerest form of flattery?