I'll Carri-On Regardless Poem by Clive Blake

I'll Carri-On Regardless



Literary critics don't always like
The poetry what I do do,
They say it should all be recycled;
Flushed down the nearest loo...
They say they cannot find a metre;
Although one works for the Water Board,
They dance all over my dignity;
My self-confidence they have floored,
They say me grammar is somewhat bad,
I think the word they used was appalling,
Their taloned claws, grip sharpened knives,
They give me quite a mauling.

But kind, gentle reader (grovel) ,
I'm sure that at least you understand;
That my thoughts are erratic explosions,
Not controlled, orderly or planned.

As long as my simple poems
Make you ponder, weep, or smile
I'll carri-on regardless,
For it would all have been worthwhile.

PS
My poetic aspiration
Is to become:
A Jack of all styles
And a master of pun.

I'll Carri-On Regardless
Wednesday, January 9, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: humor,humorous,poem,poems,poet,poetry,poets,resilience
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