There once was a lazy poor poet,
But indignant she didn't quiet know it.
Just one bad review,
And her blood turned all blue,
But she carried on much prouder for it.
One star: it is plenty enough.
For the tripe, for the drivel, and cruft.
When it doesn't keep time,
Paints no image, nor rhyme -
Well no thank you; you've written enough.
You may say that this limerick's a bore -
Because you don't get metaphore,
So you'll no longer see
Any critique from me.
Cry and moan - you'll get five stars for sure!
If you think that this poem's about you:
So sorry - it's probably true.
But just 'cause you write it
Let's not get excited.
The world doesn't centre on you.
LOVE IT! You could include many PH poets as well. Amicalement votre, Ronberge
I love it... give critique at all times.. but on this site votes get the back up (guilty, but only because I know those who vote my work down don't read them anyway) .. I love people to say why they don't like a poem... good for you...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesomeness... (coined word, sorry)