Rebellious

What???... To get someone to read my poems… Contests there must be. They must be bleeping nuts thinking I can follow all those cockeyed rules. Out of a zillion types of poems they always pick the weirdest ones. Allowed only 16 lines… I found I stopped at ninety-one. And for a topic they want a bird throwing glitter from a tree. How about I spank them as I put them across my knee!!! And why must I name it… as they told me? Where’s that for creativity? Then they want a special comment added in the poem… I would rather not add plagiarism… I’d rather call it my own. But, you know, I am so very needy that I’ll do whatever they want. Well… I’ll do, maybe one or two… of the things they want. I know this makes it harder to judge the poems that are found therein. But to me a poem… is a funny bent on my crazy whim. Then suddenly, Lord Have Mercy… my poem didn’t win. But I’m happy as punch for even with their strained smile… I’m sure they read one of my poems yet again. :) (Meant only for fun) I'm not really complaining. Just having fun.