The Loathsome Bard

Written by: Vicki Acquah

He stands before us
to deliver 
a poem,a prose,a
verse a 
rhyme or message.

His manner quite
manifesting,
and his confidence 
puts the crowd at
ease. 
Soon and very soon,
too soon- we loath
him.               

There is
to much cluster on
his grandiloquent
vine,of strung
together 
words without
substance.

Tho the use of
an,apophasis 
gives poetic license
to insult. 
we loathe him
instantly.

The silver-tongued
orator's
brilliance,soon
becomes wearisome.
While the mute
articulate points of

his eccentric
ramblings leads us
to dead ends. 

Unfulfilled and
burdened.
We now loath him.
 
The loathsome Bard 
goes on to rant
about,degrading 
and dissolute issues
of life,which we
felt the
Bard had not 
concern about.
           
His bombast
delivery,
to some appears
eloquent,
grand-stand
language,bellowed
out quite
grandiloquent.

Wordy vagaries,
leading us nowhere.
As we listen to the
FANFARONADE  
of his charades,we
loathe him.
 
Tho quite colorful
and pompous,he leave
us in 
shambles, brains all
scrambled and we
loathe
him.

The once brilliant
verse, though 
well rehearsed, is
wearisome.! 

The Bard,went not in
hard;
We the
discombobulated
pray aloud"next poet

please Lord"

We all were relieved
as he finally did
leave,
because he looked 
better going than
coming; 

With our intellect
he was toying, 
tho the Bard was not
hard ....!!!!
Most certainly; He
was annoying !