I’m No Poet

Slip ‘n Slides and Blanket Forts

Poems
By
Amateurs
Are not poems at all.
They don’t
f–
l;
o:
w.
They lack verse.
They scuttle and toddle
Like a half-witted horse.

Poems
By amateurs
Have no set form.
They stop
At creation,
Defy regulation,
Challenge expectation.

Poems by
Amateurs
Fail to make sense.
A fat bird covers the
Ocean. And dreams.
Birds.
Oceans.
Dreams.
They follow every cliché.

Poems by amateurs
Really suck.

My friendly is making this for me. 🙂

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