Bukowski, Rossetti, and Poe
All wrote good poetry, so
Drafting a page
Earned them a wage
Back when a writer could crow.
I write some verse nowadays,
No one knows me anyways
Posting on blogs,
I write and I slog,
My poetry sucks more than slays.
Written in response to a prompt by Chelsea Owens to write a “terribly bad” limerick about a poet who takes himself too seriously. I don’t really think this is a bad limerick, I kind of like it and there’s the rub. 🙂
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Your poetry does not suck. 🙂 I like your first limerick; very on topic and almost terrible enough to win.
Thanks Chelsea. Almost…almost. 🤓👍
Love the Limericks 🙂
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