His manly tears fell as I criticized his poemNot sure if it should be called a poem
There is no dept, no feeling, no soul
Just words floating around.Not wanting to embarrass him I smile.
Smile at his poor poetry
Hoping that my smile will beautify his ugly words

His Poetry
His manly tears fell as I criticized his poemNot sure if it should be called a poem
There is no dept, no feeling, no soul
Just words floating around.Not wanting to embarrass him I smile.
Smile at his poor poetry
Hoping that my smile will beautify his ugly words