LAME! Cry I
That’s lame lame lame .
Why are all these poems
Exactly the same?
“My father died,
My dog ran away”
Be more original
Is what I say!
And bucolic!?
What does that mean!?
The wording here is
Just obscene!
But the worst part,
I cannot lie,
The part that makes
Me want to cry,
Is when they use
A cacophony
Of bitter sarcastic
Irony.
I can imagine
How their grins gleam,
As I hopelessly struggle
To figure out what it means.
Even worse
Are the depressing tones,
The dark descriptions,
The somber moans.
I read a poem,
Full of dread,
I remember it well
And it had read:
“There was a farmer, quite bucolic
Who was a terrible alcoholic
And couldn’t seem to manage
His fair sobriety
And then it came to him one year
The choice had been made very clear
It was either another drink
Or his loving family…”
I really don’t like poetry,
I don’t like it one bit.
And if I have to read some more
I’ll have to throw a fit.
First of all,
The rhyming scheme.
It’s like writing a song
To me it seems.
But then, OH WAIT
Some poems don’t rhyme.
Is being consistent
So bad a crime?
They always talk about
Shakespeare and Poe,
And other dead guys
I do not know,
Who wrote weird stories
Of long ago,
And use weird words
Like “thou” and “ho!”
Some of them are
Simply too bland,
While others I seriously
Can’t understand.
The symbolism
Is really annoying,
With my brain
The poets are toying.
I Really Don't Like Poetry
Robert Biehler
Persia Rezaee