Poets call their unoriginal endless sausage factory poems...
Poetry.
I just call them...
Purgatory.
And after reading just one,
It feels like I've been kicked in the nuts.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice one Shaun...your denouement made me laugh out loud! ! ! Nevertheless, I think you are perhaps being too generous when you refer to these 'poems' as purgatory, I would go further and describe them as pure! It's definitely a 'fat chance of them changing their hackneyed ways' inspired five from me. By the way, I doff my cap to you for coming up with the incisive phrase, ' sausage factory poems'...love it...now that is truly original!