I had wanted to write a poem
With a pun for fun,
But the theme will not come,
So the rhythm will not thrum,
And the rhymes failed to run,
Because the alliteration irritated
And made the imagery angry
While the metaphor corroborated,
And the fantasy confused phantasy,
Entangling the fancy of the conceit
With such a pathetic fallacy
That the personification of the wit
Into an epigram not fit
Turned the metonymy into an irony.
Then I decided for another chance;
This time to begin with onomatopoeia.
But again, the assonance and consonance
Wanted the caesura to balance the stanza
So as to introduce a parallelism,
But the inversion of the third line
With a simile turned symbolism
Defeated their purpose with a hyperbolical plan
By changing the bathos into a climax;
And as the paradox struggled with the synecdoche
For the next line, I decided to stop at last
With a vow not to bore
And confuse myself anymore
With the damned euphemism in poetry.
Copyright (l989) Matthew Adjei.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem