I wrote a poem. READ IT.

mulletman · 06-12-2007, 02:06 AM

The End of Creativity

As I sat before my screen,
And tried to think of something keen,
I wondered if the Mujahideen,
Suffered from this problem.

While I tried to circumvene,
This issue ever unforeseen,
I uttered something quite obscene,
And cursed this wretched poem.

Perhaps the poem with the bean,
Had left me somewhere in between,
The mental state of a sardine,
And that of a Chihuahua.

For as I started verse umpteen,
I started feeling slightly green,
And then I fell and hurt my spleen,
Which rendered me immobile.

I wished upon some large machine,
For ample time to reach latrine,
Not unlike a submarine,
Which makes no sense at all.

And then I had an idea keen,
To make my problem become unseen,
Not unlike a large smokescreen,
And so I plagiarize.

Because of lack of fine cuisine,
I finally gave in to the caffeine,
And as I shouted “Tangerine!”
This, I realized:

I am a lousy poet,
I don’t like writing poems,
They take to long, they are annoying,
So I steal ones I didn’t write.