Created: April 24, 2015 | Updated: April 24, 2015
Genre : Humor
Language : English
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Write a poem, they say,
like it's easy to do.
Thoughts lead me astray,
… I'm stuck.
So I sit at my desk,
my pencil I bite.
I'm thinking! I'm thinking!
Argh, what do I write!
Conventions, techniques,
and all this and that.
These things I don't know,
thoughts bounce to and fro.
Now where do I start?
With a cascade of techniques.
To turn words into art,
I will be here for weeks!
I don't get similes,
like some strange foreign language.
And metaphors stop me,
at the end of a drawbridge.
The word onomatopoeia,
crashes and bangs at some stage.
And I think enjambment falls
off the lines of the page.
Alliteration just turmoils,
terribly a tad.
And assonance just makes me,
so mad that it's sad.
I could always try free verse,
so it won't have to rhyme.
I can write what I want,
and at any time. Oh wait!
I've got a real problem,
jotting down my excuses.
I can't write a poem!
Oh…