I'd rather pop my ass to Jay-Z
than try my hand at poetry.
haiku, sonnet, villanelle-
I'd rather spend a day in hell.
From Shakespeare to Frost
and all in between;
'Hawk', 'The Waste Land', and 'Annabel Lee',
All these poems I love to read.
But to waste away a summer day,
even perched upon a weather vane,
(this shit causes me so much pain)
the rhymes don't come,
I wax and wane.
I'd gladly wrangle nine Great Danes,
and eat a dozen candy canes,
while dancing naked in the rain,
to country music:
boot, scoot, twang...
Think I'll stick just
to my own thang!
Mimi Boyle
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/since-you-asked/
