They Say My Verse Is Bad (Parody) Poem by Gert Strydom
They Say My Verse Is Bad (Parody)
(with apologies to A.E. Housman)
They say my verse is bad: no wonder,
its measure too narrow spans
tidings of eternity, and of no tomorrow
neither mine; nor man’s.
Whenever ill-treated I bellow
about what I have not and have got,
for those who read to be of trouble
as if a poet, I am not.
[Reference: “They say my verse is sad, no wonder” by A.E. Housman.]
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