I wrote this quite a while ago for FictionPress.com, where I saw that stupid three line haikus were getting more hits and comments than my apparently well-thought out, longer poems that actually rhymed.
My exact description of the poem I wrote when I posted it is:
"My satiric attack on 'recreational' poetry, the pseudo-poets who author them, and the fallacies of both", if that gives you any idea of what exactly it's about.
I call it:
The Poet's Ballad
(or: 'Clickety-Clackity-Cling')
Nine out of ten sit around with a pen
Then all but nine come out and sing
The others there just sit down in their chair
Singing clickety-clackity-cling
To be a poet and not yet know it
Can make someone feel like a king
But it's easy to rhyme, it takes no time
Sing clickety-clackity-cling
And then some confess their hope, what a mess
That they wish they had death to bring
Depressed they may be (or stupid, you see)
Sing clickety-clackity-cling
But then you hear more, the others implore
They write with a purpose on wing
Deep meaning to think, no where near the brink
Sing clickety-clackity-cling
The ones on the fence who do not make sense
Their poems they wrote on a swing
It's fun to pander, and then meander
Sing clickety-clackity-cling
Some feelings write more, the verses obscure
Emotion laid out in a string
And if they don't rhyme, I haven't got time
Sing clickety-clackity-cling
And then these haikus, they're widely known news
The authors can't help sharing
But it takes no sweat to write these, I bet
Sing clickety-clackity-cling
A few, I admit, go into a fit
Their love they express on a fling
It's their taste for sap, which ends with a slap
Sing clickety-clackity-cling
Any person can write without a plight
Pseudo-poems without a sting
But while they have failed, they are to be hailed
Sing clickety-clackity-cling
This little song I refuse to prolong
You're on the verge of not caring
A poet you may be if you will stay
And sing clickety-clackity-cling
(PS: Bonus points for anyone who can name the type of poetry each stanza is about, minus the first two and last two stanzas)
Exterminate All Rational Thought
Richard
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