The Critic’s Society Of Poetic Genius Poem by Ted Sheridan
The Critic’s Society Of Poetic Genius
Their poems are always about the woods and nature
Each one has an eagle or some kind of a bird mentioned
There are no elves or dwarfs as in real life
Only snow adorned trees and conifer needle covered natural paths
Along the way down to a running brook filled with plastic fish
Where the circus elephants from London take a drink
Their poems are always pretentious and contrived
Like their hyphenated names and their bloated signatures
Which they scribble like scoliotic prostitutes on lines lifted
From other people’s work
Yet they critique the most educated of their peers
With a jury pool mentality developed while drinking beers
Where the loudest most boisterous voices in the pub
Take first prize for being the best bards of literary symmetrical craps
About the woods and natural things like shit….
2007 © T Sheridan
you are writing about a nightmare at poemhunter forum that will never go away..10 upon 10
The plastic fish part was really very creative of you, :) But I have no idea who you're talking about, either...
Well, as for myself....I don't know ANYONE who fits this description...and by the way, I loved the plastic fish in the brook! We cooked them (or at least tried to) for dinner...and the resulting fire burned down the Forum building! ! FUNNY MAN!
success is the best revenge. what has been written takes all the prizes when it woke up my mind. i am glad i'm not' who' the words refer to. take care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/4/2024 6:05:06 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Yah... why can't they give such award also to the otherside of the table? Very keen Bro! Top mark.