Haha, (evil laughter) the task set to our class this week was to write the worst poem ever to illustrate what a poem should not be. so….
Yer, well it has been written
And it ani’t got real words in places
Some odd stanza brakes like a lot of bad poet’s mistakes
Every line starts with a capital letter and the punctuation is all over the place and it has mixed pace so you sound as if you have been training for a marathon race by the time you have got though and read to the end of the line.
Also Kev and I think is a crime not to have some kind of rhyme.
Your getting stressed about the stresses and iambic meter which you don’t know if that’s AABB or ABAB C
And well, it just
But, it never actually ends cause you read it to your friends and they have to say well that was nice but it lacks a little in places and they have fake smiles on their faces.
So ya think you have a gooden and you send it to the Guardian and they don’t even email back and just, just, don’t know if you should have never got out of bed.
Then forget what your tutor said about cliché use and do it all again
Repeat the pain until you are a poet.
And you didn’t even know it.