This is One of Those Poems Without Any Rhymes
This is one of those poems
without any rhymes,
the sort of thing you might read
in the Telegraph or Times Guardian.
For, as proper poets know,
rhyme’s deleterious
and only gets in the way
when you’re trying to be serious profound.
It’s childish and cloying,
simplistic and singsong
to bat rhymes back and forth
like some dull game of ping pong table tennis.
To the literary critic
it will cause great affront,
which will make you resent them
and think them a snob.
This is also one of those poems
which looks like it might go on to say something insightful
about the human condition
but then just kind of ends.
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brilliant. So clever
Thanks very much.
Hi, your poem got me thinking if you have a poem without rhymes, is a warm welcome, not a frosty reception, also without rimes? A little alliteration yes!
Ha! Nice thought.
Amused and giggled … well, for the first three stanzas. Then I started to think what rhymes with affront and only came up with a grunt.
I think that must have been it.
hmm. I was hoping for a late arriving Moon in Joon. Alliteratively speaking.
Cos I love my love like a loving spoonful. With you and me and rain on the roof.
🐞🌻🌊
I’m one of those who keeps churning out rhymes.
To some people that is the least of my crimes
But I find that they’re taking me all unawares
It’s like sharing your head with a rampant Pam Ayres.
Still, I find with free verse there’s a big price to pay
Like when should I start a
New line
Anyway.
Great work, Brian.
Iain
I giggled…. out loud.