Bull Crap Poetry Lover
He had a master’s degree in English literature,
to speak in an ostentatious style was his nature,
the elegance excelled, that was what he’d ensure,
an acumen he displayed for people to endure.
When I met him for the first time he asked me,
what did I do in my spare time I found free.
I said, that was when I let my muse write poetry,
in his eyes I thought an interest I could see.
On his request, I guessed made with sincerity outright,
a couple of poems I ventured to reluctantly recite.
He was exuberant praising the theme and the rhyme,
said, I would become a famous poet in course of time.
Of my position in the literary scene I was well aware,
but in his usual expression of flamboyant flair,
whenever we met he’d hail me as the poet of fame,
from a poetry fan to an obsessed teaser he became.
As a student of literature how much he liked poetry
I wanted to find out to satisfy my sheer curiosity.
So, I presented him a poetry book of mine,
from his looks I deciphered he wanted to decline.
Days later he told me he couldn’t go beyond the cover,
that was the last time I met the bull crap poetry lover.
January 11, 2022
Contest : King-Size Bull Crap
Sponsor : Charles Messina
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