Poetic-Verses
'' The Next Poet Laureate Might Be Found ''
If you want a laugh and some good conversation,
Why not visit the poetry page,
Fighting and bickering throughout every nation,
Though some of it is quite hard to gauge.
Mines are better than yours, oh no they're not,
I'm telling you they bloody well are,
Don't criticise me or I'll leave you distraught,
Mines are readable whilst yours are bizarre.
Poems being plagiarised from Christmas crackers,
Surely this couldn't possibly be true,
Time to call in poetry poems trackers,
Watch out they are coming to get you.
Block me at your peril is one major threat,
How could you do this to a friend?
With verbal bulldust you'll now be beset,
This relationship has now come to an end.
Some of our writings though you wouldn't know it,
Would put Rabbie Burns to shame,
There are others were never written by a poet,
I would suggest upbringing is to blame.
We all like to think, mines is better than yours,
That's the nature of the human beast,
Words written that take us on mystery tours,
Are what I'd describe as a proverbial feast.
Are any of us qualified to say what's good or bad,
Stay conceited and you'll end up a goner,
Thinking you're better than others is really sad,
Don't forget self-praise is no honour.
To everyone writing please don't ever cease,
Your words no one else can control.
The praising and slagging must never decrease
Critique is good for the soul.
So keep up the battle it has a long way to go,
Let compliments and criticism abound,
By taking it on the chin you never know,
' The Next Poet Laureate Might Be Found '
Why not visit the poetry page,
Fighting and bickering throughout every nation,
Though some of it is quite hard to gauge.
Mines are better than yours, oh no they're not,
I'm telling you they bloody well are,
Don't criticise me or I'll leave you distraught,
Mines are readable whilst yours are bizarre.
Poems being plagiarised from Christmas crackers,
Surely this couldn't possibly be true,
Time to call in poetry poems trackers,
Watch out they are coming to get you.
Block me at your peril is one major threat,
How could you do this to a friend?
With verbal bulldust you'll now be beset,
This relationship has now come to an end.
Some of our writings though you wouldn't know it,
Would put Rabbie Burns to shame,
There are others were never written by a poet,
I would suggest upbringing is to blame.
We all like to think, mines is better than yours,
That's the nature of the human beast,
Words written that take us on mystery tours,
Are what I'd describe as a proverbial feast.
Are any of us qualified to say what's good or bad,
Stay conceited and you'll end up a goner,
Thinking you're better than others is really sad,
Don't forget self-praise is no honour.
To everyone writing please don't ever cease,
Your words no one else can control.
The praising and slagging must never decrease
Critique is good for the soul.
So keep up the battle it has a long way to go,
Let compliments and criticism abound,
By taking it on the chin you never know,
' The Next Poet Laureate Might Be Found '
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`` The Next Poet Laureate Might Be Found ``
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