''Pretty Janky''
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I have written some real bad poems in my day,
so many questionable words- I must say;
but although poor, inferior, I love my janky,
in dusty odd piles and boxes they lay.
To read them you will need a big hanky,
when they lose in contests, it makes me cranky;
and always my pride for a moment- trash,
I weep sadness while sipping sweet brandy.
And my poetic Muse is in a spinning crash,
and my bleeding pen I want to smash;
I read my pretty janky, oh they are right,
then Muse has an idea- I get a poetic flash.
I gather those weird words and do a new write,
oh my new janky will be quite a sight;
s l o w l y my pride is rising and I am happy,
into the night my pen is ready to fight.
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August 30, 2016
Poetry/Rubaiyat/Bad Poems
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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