It’s National Poetry Day!
I’m not normally one for writing poetry but I have dabbled in the past and I thought since it was the day for celebrating all things iambic pentameter and haiku, I’d chip in with a really bad poem I wrote a while ago:
It wasn’t much of a park
If park is what you wished to call it
Two swings and monkey bars
That the big boys used to dominate when the sun went down
The grass was a dangerous place
With last nights beer cans and fag ends
Lurking in the green
Or wallowing in the brown patches
They decided to place an electricity generator
In a metal cage
Where all could see and climb
They said the cage would protect fine
Until Bony stole his Dad’s pliers
And snapped a hole into the metal.
After angry protests and a funeral
They put a fence around
And a padlock on the gate
But it didn’t comply with the aesthetics of the neighbourhood
What a heavy sacrifice
To save a child’s life
Was the reply everyone else gave.
Why do you always feel like you have to italicise a poem? I don’t know why but it just felt natural.
I think it’s safe to say I won’t be writing much in the future. And I don’t do rhyming.