Potatoes

Lower Yer Ears

Little quatrains on the Wotpad
little octaves made of ticky tacky,
little statements on the Wotpad
and they all read just the same
there's a pink one and a pink one
and a pink one and a pinky one
and they're all made of cliche clashy,
and they all read just the same.

And the people in their blouses
all thought they would write poetry;
then they bethought them
they would all write just the same.
There are grammarians, valetudinarians,
and university-degree Ians;
but they all wield magnificent tools,
and they all write just the same.

And they all try really hard to write
at least one big hook for fish to bite
or some little hooks in sweet sound-bytes
and they versify or they fool.
Then they give up when the sycophants
just say they are so hot-pants
forget good writing, lets just post things
and be cosy, day by day.

Little seven words on the Wotpad
little couplets made of ticky tacky
little beat verses, little heat verses
and they all read just the same.
There's a pink one and a pink one
a pink one and a pinky one;
and they're all made out of cliche clashy,
and they all yawn the same
zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.