why do poets hate sappy poetry?

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Mizzy

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ha...i'm just jealous cause you rhymed n stuff...
I'm have not that ability, unless whimed or forced
one flies by night, the other by the seat of my pants

Why did the tofu cross the road??????
 
An pine in the forest
his sappy is thick
his cones are prickly
and his needles stick

but in nooks of his branches
he will cradle nests
where chirping hunger
is swayed to rest

till the day comes
when flight is discovered
joy is delighted wing
and his dignity recovered

umm that's all I got
lol wacko
"tarred and feathered"
or would you prefer
"sticking feathers up you butt does not make you a chicken"
whats all this now, threw you away?
nonsense
I love you too?
I did not throw you anywhere!
What do you want a strip tease then sin?
dare me to expose my...um...hairy chest!
Have at you!
mizzy you do not have to rhyme, or reason
you can just flow however you like.
 
oh wow I cannot see the poem through all the additional details any more.. *cries* like.. the forest got suddenly tooo f..ing thick....

I was really liking the sap hoping maybe it was like maple syrup sap... and was swaying for the hungy chirps.. but damn
I have now fallen
...and I cannot ..get ... up.
 
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