Just found this wee rhyme tucked away in a folder from a few years ago – round about the time I also wrote THIS – so I thought I’d share it:
A new poet wants to write really well,
oft assuming form, rhyme and rhythm are swell.
I hate to quibble
but it’s still just arse dribble*
when it’s dreary diarrhoeary doggerel.
*Stephen Fry’s description of free verse.