Tennyson's Elbow Transplant
I glanced upon your book last night -
How trite!
How lacking in intent, plot, thought and wit! -
Burn it!
If I had been the writer, I'd beware -
Be where?
I read a hundred words or so of tripe
Oft ripe!
I fumed and ranted at the verbose style
Boast isle!
If I had bound the volume, I'd despair
This pair!
To what dire genre does this trash belong?
To song?
Can it deserve the name of book or tome?
Go home!
How canI rightly drag it from my hair?
Who cares?
Contributors: | Apsley, e, Beefy, Fatty, Hamish, P, Anon.. |
Poem finished: | 19th June 2001. |