Poetry. What a waste of time.

Poetry.
What a waste of time.
Sonnets, limericks, lines of rhyme,
Hidden meanings, words sublime,
An ode, a ballad, a verse, a song,
Sometimes short and sometimes long.
Alliteration littered literacy,
Desperate rhymes, clear illiteracy,
It makes me mad; I mean, literally!
Onomatopoeia comes whizzing in,
BANG! CRASH! WHAM! What a din!
What's next I ask? A ding a ling?!
Give me acrostics, haiku and cinquain,
Give me epigram, monorhyme and quinzaine,
I'll take a palindrome and also quatrain,
I'll take the lot; away they'll go,
Away with poems, they're no good you know.
I feel much better because of this,
But there is a point you must not miss,
That is; that THIS is also THAT,
And that's what this is all about.


By John Baldock - 11th January 2005