A Really Bad Doggerel Poem by Chris Embrick

My backyard was filled with song
But nowhere near I saw the singer
None but the wren and raucous crow
I counted on my frost bitten fingers
So whistled I a tender melody
To lure the maestro near
From deep within the forest trees
The echo came back to my ear
It was so cold and I was chilled
By the winter wind and snow
But my curiosity was thrilled
I could not leave but had to know
So for hours stood there still
Until I caught pneumonia
The doctor frowned upon my foolishness
And said to inhale ammonia
With dawn's new light and a splitting migraine
Again outside the singing heard
I threw my shoe and broke the window
And scared away the Mockingbird.


Epilogue:

Some mock at bad poetry
and all for good reason
I suspect that every poet
good or bad
Has his or her off season.