I don’t like poetry

I tried to be a poet

You lot said I failed

My attempt, you called evidence

Poetry is a difficult meal to cook

Boy look

It’s not as easy as preparing tea

For a fee

Everyone claims to be author

Of a masterpiece

With a golden earpiece

This is my attempt of a poem

You may find it outlandish

But it’s probably a bad dish

Served for an innocent reader’s consumption

I’ve never liked poetry

And my attempt

Doesn’t change anything

Poetry is a difficult meal to cook

Boy look

It’s not as easy as preparing tea

For a fee

You call me Poetaster

Because my poem’s a literary disaster

Full of inexperience is my abysmal style and diction

Yet it’s not my only conviction

My poem’s destined

For a destination

This is purple poetry

Not a form of hallucination

Poetry is a difficult meal to cook

Boy look

It’s not as easy as preparing tea

For a fee

What you make of this

Will not matter

Only don’t bother

To tell any other.

The Ambic Philosophe

Copyright © 2010 Ambrose Thompson Arthur

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