Poetry Buff

I’m no Poetry Buff,

I like my poetry rough,

ragged, torn at the edges,

found under hedges,

with all the sophistication

of an inoculation

against the plague;

with rhymes vague,

and metre lax,

give me a poem

that pays no tax

and I’ll be

a happy, poetical chappy.

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