A Silly Poem
Oh, how I love to write a silly poem,
one without content or rhyme:
to let my mind wander,
my thoughts meander,
switching freely at random
between reality and dream,
I shall break the habit of a lifetime
and indulge myself in the meantime
in a poem that sounds like gibberish
with content worthless as rubbish.
This will make me happy indeed,
it might even plant the seed
of a new trend in poetry,
one without symmetry,
where words are picked by a lottery
and verses bereft of an apostrophe.
As for a punctuation mark,
don’t make me laugh, it is a lark
to think that one needs to write
using such an old-fashioned art.
So I embark on my adventure,
put pen to paper, and shudder.
What madness has come over me?
What possible reason there can be
for being silly with poetry?
It is, indeed, a blasphemy!
So, I put down my pen,
but was tempted to try again.
Alas! The Muse had left me;
I felt abandoned, lost at sea.
Perhaps it is time to call it a day
and revert to my old-fashioned way.
But I haven’t given up hope,
Perhaps one day I will cope
and write a poem that will amuse
without any help from the Muse.
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