Thursday, January 6, 2011

Bad Poetry That We Cannot Live Without

It is difficult to get the news from poems, yet men die miserably every day for lack of what is there
-- William Carlos Williams

Speaking of bad poetry that we cannot live without, else we will die miserably....here's one I composed just for you, dear readers...

My tongue is red
My eyes are green
I think that I 
Misplaced my spleen
But never mind
It seems that I
Don't care at all
So spleen, goodbye!

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