Is there any virtue in verse?
They’re merely words set out to flatter
Does it put money in your purse?
Can’t you think of something better?
Having to write is a curse
Bad poets should see a doctor
Always getting from bad to worse
And the tears they cry are bitter
There are poems written by a monkey
No sense, no rhythm, no rhyme
They pass themselves off as being wacky
It’s a shame and a shocking crime
I suggest you write your last stanza
Turn it in and try to unwind
Watching Tele, stuff like Bonanza
Unless you’re Mastermind