My housemate has been studying poetry at Uni, meaning she has to read 20-page-long poems about nothing and write essays on them. I feel sorry for her. So to cheer her and everyone else up I dug up my own relic effort I did when I was in high school and bored in English. It captures my own thoughts and insights on poetry in Haiku form (Haiku is an ancient Japanese poetry form, typically, but not always, following a 5-7-5 syllable verse layout):
HAIKU POEM ABOUT POETRY:
Do witicisms
or words assembled random
constitute a poem?
Poets make the mess
then poetry analysts
try to tidy it
The hidden message
could more easily be told
in far fewer words
But then what purpose
what niche in society
would poets assume?
Incessant whingeing
hiding feelings in word games
is their employment
Evil poetry!
Useful as Pauline Hanson's
One Nation Party
He who can't write songs
thus composes poetry,
inspiring his breed
Take rhyme and reason
add a funky beat and tune
and then you have art!
But no! The poets,
veins filled with venomous stuff,
resort to boredom...
