A story for my friends and fellow POETS if you would care to read and comment?

lovechild

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Now back in the days when I was a noob
and YAP was in a much better mood,
all of the poets traded wits,
critiquing or praising as they saw fit.
At that time there were two who swore
that all of our poems were a senseless bore.
One was our Mighty poet-who knows-it,
the other, yes, our Happy friend, self-tagged, 'no poet.'
But the former went from just finding mis-writes
to pretty much just telling everyone their stuff bites.
The latter, he's a sweetie, trying to get by
In the world when he doesn't even know why;
he takes great care now with his critiques,
and his poems are both heartfelt and complete.
The comes along a french-fry that thinks he is Grand,
he wants us to go to Mars in a band;
I, having never visited the place,
Would like to meet THAT guy face to face
with my 9mm's, one left and one write
to make him dance to YAP's delight.
...Oh, and if Yoda and Peter are Ian,
then I am at a loss, 'cause I like to see 'em
with all the rest of you on my Q & A;
I kind of 'cliqued ' with both of those guys, I must say!
So keep this in mind, when you get sick of the bull:
Without the YAPpenings here, wouldn't life be quite dull?
 
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