The (Poetry) Voices in my head

The poetry voices

in my head

are reciting

bad poetry



I don’t think

that I can take much more

of their poetry bore,

with ridiculous puns,

and Limericks about nuns.


For example:

‘There once was a sister named Ruth,

who was chaste in her day, that’s the truth;

but now, at night in the clubs,

and discos and pubs,

she’s a hussy and a trifle uncouth! ‘


See what I mean?


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