Not everything we write is a Nobel Prize
I looked in her eyes that wasn't wise
Gee Mom I saw in there a bunch of lies
You see for me you poetry is somewhat boring
Puts me to sleep sometimes I'm snoring
For in forcing rhyme real poetry I am ignoring
But still I let a thoughts go my mind is exploring
I might write a hundred poems and only one is good
And maybe some of you disagree that is understood
But I notice some defending poetry against bad critique
And there are some on this line whose poetry is weak
So they go on line and badly critique other's works
My poetic friends find their site they are jerks
You see on this write just thoughts running in my head
Maybe a waste of time should all this be put to bed
Some of the poetry I read I might not understand
It could come from the best poet in the land
A couple poets bad remarks got under this Irishman's skin
But then I read their poems and criticism made mighty thin
For to win a poetry contest they had to vote themselves to win