4Rue the Day of the Poetaster
There's one in every place,
With a frown upon their face.
I weep in vain for their disgrace!
Oh, the day of the poetaster.
I do try to choke it down.
Any more, I fear I'll drown!
I'll turn away without a sound.
Put down your pen, oh poetaster!
You sob, you cry,
And I ask 'why?'
But all I hear are words.
Words without rhyme.
Words without time.
Words of a poetaster.
Oh dear poetaster!
Your poems are sheer disaster!
You think you are a poet master.
But I fear I must deny.
Take up fishing, dear, I beg!
Or I will surely break your leg!
And leave you tied up to a peg.
And I promise- I don't lie.
No more poems from you, friend, please.
Now I'm begging on my knees.
Else I'll choke myself with cheese.
Oh, the day of the poetaster.