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Bad Poetry
by Paganini JonesBad, wicked poetry!
I expected so much more of you.
You have raised me to the heights
You have drawn laughter from me
You have led me weeping to new understanding
I loved you into being
I Nurtured you daily
I fed you images and ideas
But now you skulk,
insolent on the page.
You make ink into untidy scraws
You doodle aimlessly in the corner
of pristine sheets of paper
You will not parse
You will not scan
You will not do anything poetic at all.
Go.
I do not want to see your face
I do not want to hear your voice
I will not listen to more pallid excuses
Go think on your misdemenours
We will talk more of this
when your father gets home
Bad, bad poetry!
Go to your room this minute
and tidy up.
Bad, horrid poetry! 06/07/2007 Author's Note:
Don't you hate the little beast when it behaves like this?
Posted on 06/07/2007
Copyright © 2024 Paganini Jones
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Dave Fitzgerald on 06/07/07 at 07:34 AM Yeah, mine acts up all the time lol great write |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 06/07/07 at 02:43 PM I sure do. Great anaology Heather. At times like this I fall back on the sculpting method; it takes longer with a word change every day, but the next best thing when that naughty child refuses to be a brainstorm. |
| Posted by Charles M Harrison on 12/02/07 at 12:40 AM I realy hate it when it just sits and glares in contempt and our feable attempts. |
| Posted by Brian Francis on 12/02/07 at 03:56 PM I have been there. It sucks to be there. But alas the poem you wrote was very nice --bf |
| Posted by Charles E Minshall on 01/05/08 at 11:03 PM Funtastic Pag. Mine misbehaves at times also....Charlie |
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