I did say it was insecurity
Perhaps
it should have been immaturity
“Shall
we compare dicks?”
I
haven’t done that since I was six
Posting
twice was not my intent
And
a repeat of this I’ll try to prevent
I
didn’t think the poem was a bad one
I
liked it well enough when it was done
If
you don’t like it that’s alright
No
need to bitch and moan or start a fight
I
write for my amusement
Not
to provoke an argument
My wish is to get my poems published
And
not because I want to be paid
And
I will just have to persevere
Until
I manage to make the grade
I
will give up trying however, if I see
Apparently, I have double posted
A
fact, which did not go un-noted
For
this error I humbly apologize
I
was unaware, I did not realize
But
then the poem itself was abused
Which
on this site I was unused
The
criticism levelled was not relative
And
tended greatly to be negative
However,
while trying to be funny
He
missed the mark considerably
I
have broad shoulders though for that
But
should I respond tit for tat
Normally
I do not like to be offensive
And
it’s in my nature to be passive
Perhaps
to get a response was the intent
Maybe
that was indeed what he meant
But
this may reveal an insecurity
Saying
more of him than it does of me
I
like to write an ode or rhyme
It’s
a fun way to pass the time
After
many years of composition
I
have come to this conclusion
The
hardest part of the whole process
And
the least enjoyable I must confess
Unless
of course you pay a mint
Is
to get the bloody stuff in print
Beware a poet who reads
His
rhymes, verse or sonnets
In
a public place as they may
Have
some other nasty habits
One day with her
nephew or niece
Dame Peggy Ashcroft was travelling
In Royal Berkshire on British railways
When they came to a halt just outside
For quite a while they were stationary
The train motionless on the silent rail
When looking out the steamy windows
Through the trees they could see Reading gaol
“Oscar Wilde was once in that prison”
“Really what did he do to get in there?”
Dame Peggy tried to put it delicately
She said “Well um uh he didn’t really fit in dear”
Any fool can paint a picture
Or
even to write a po-em
But
it really takes a genius
To
find a fool to buy them
