Sometimes, The Wheel is on Fire

Sometimes, The Wheel is on Fire

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

No More Rhymes Now, I Mean It
(or, Averse to Tuesday Mornings)

I thought I would give you a poem today
On this lackluster Tuesday morn,
In hopes I might make your whole outlook less gray,
Or even feel like you're reborn.
Unfortunately, my descriptions are weak,
As is my grasp of metaphor.
Oh, you'll be left wanting if fine verse you seek;
My skills in this realm are quite poor.

But if all you care for is rhythm and rhyme,
Perhaps things will turn out alright.
For instance, it's easy to rhyme "rhyme" with "time."
Oh, who am I kidding? That's trite.
It's boring! It's horrible! Are we agreed?
This venture was doomed from the start.
I've nothing to say; you've no reason to read.
This isn't a poem. It's art.


If you were actually hoping for poetry, my sincere apologies.1


1 There once was a footnote named Shorty
Whose syllables numbered near forty.
It didn't make sense,
And without recompense,
It ended. Would you like some more tea?

12 comments:

  1. Heck, Nate - your poem is better than anything I could write!
    And you are at two hundred followers. Congratulations.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. ...said the guy who's completed a sci-fi trilogy.

      And thanks for the congrats on 200. I think it's the third time this year. I hit 201, then 198, 200 again, 199, 200. I'm nothing if not consistent...ish.

      Delete
  2. What I want to know is how long it took you to come up with that bit of "art".

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. I penned this masterpiece during my lunch break Monday. The limerick was added at the last moment, and took but a minute or two.

      It may take forever to compose my prose, but my rhymes take no time at all.

      Delete
  3. The oil of oregano, an effective herb is
    also a natural cure, with a high content of carvacol in it being very effective if
    taken internally every day. Include about three to 4 tablespoons of vinegar to a bathtub
    stuffed with a tiny sum of warm h2o and only bathe in it for fifteen to
    twenty minutes. Thick, white discharge from the penis.

    My homepage; male yeast infection and antibiotics

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Yes yes, lovely imagery.

      You've been versed.

      Delete
  4. Well with the internet the world has suddenly become the customer base
    of many businesses, especially Facebook. An experienced
    service provider from the industry can anly assist you buy Facebook fans
    and likes that would be real and active Facebook users. The
    more Facebook fans you can make, the more followers you can get, which eventually add to your growing clientele base.


    My page; increase facebook fans

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. They can anly assist me? Ooh, I can't wait to find out what that will mean for my growing clientele base!

      Versed.

      Delete
  5. LOL your poetry has drawn some fine anonymous comments, which might be a better reason to stay away from poetry than lack of confidence in your skills. Oh, and I can think of at least 2 poetry blogs that make me cringe - your bit was at least entertaining!

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. If I was to base my decision on anonymous comments, I might as well give up blogging. My adaptations to their comments aren't as exciting as those I slathered with baked beans on my previous post, but they'll do for now.

      And what's that? My "poem" doesn't quite qualify as cringe-worthy? Score!

      Delete
  6. :) your poetry seems to be inspired, as well as inspirational ;)

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. What?! That's not what I was going for at all. It's supposed to be perspired and conspirational.

      Well, back to the drawing table. (For reference, I'll be drawing, rather than re-writing the poem.)

      Delete