I loathe the way
Some poets betray
The rhymes which they
Should mould like clay,
But instead spray
Repetitive bray,
Cliché by cliché,
Across their essay
And do away
With the fervent ballet;
The delicious buffet;
The delightful bouquet;
The eternal array
Of rhymes which portray
Whatever they want to say,
And therefore convey
An image of decay –
A sordid ashtray
Of disgust and dismay,
For the rhymes they display
All end the same fucking way.
In short, it really pisses me off
When poets overuse a rhyme
So I shall make it clear that they
Should know they’re just wasting my time.
Thus as revenge, the last lines of this poem
Will not conform.
Nor will the meter.
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Comments
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haha you have a great sense of humour. I enjoyed this and agree.
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Fantastic again Naomi, what can I say?
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I love this! especially the 'In short, it really pisses me off' which ended it. This made me chuckle, and couldn't help a snort (hot) at the last two lines. I'm in a library so i got a few filthy looks, pffft. You have a brilliant sense of wordplay and humour
i look forward to anything else you put up. 
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