O mighty pen so full of ink,
of a bad poem make me think!
I long to see your old blue-black
pile up words like a pancake stack
of syrup covered waffle writing.
Mind you don't make it exciting.
Use no dictionary's rhyming,
only simple words let climb in
to your carefully built tower
of random ideas, wielding power.
Let them trickle down the page
and send real poets, in a rage,
to tear their hair and leave the scene
to stanzas who are all has beens..
"Has been whats?" I hear you cry
as a tear spills from your eye.
Then add a cliché, maybe two -
my heart will bleed for love of you.
And if you could concoct a sonnet,
I'd put a feather in my bonnet
in your honour, O quill pen.
When shall we two meet again?
Will it be before nightfall?
Or even, please God, not at all!
And I've linked this to d'Verse, hopefully to stop people becoming too serious over poetic niceties! LOL
