*sings to the tune of 'Oh, Canada'* "WORLD POETREEEEEE DAAAAY OUR HOME AND NATIVE LAAAAAAAND!"
Yes, everyone, it's World Poetry Day. It's almost as if I timed my challenge to coincide. That sounds like sarcasm, it's not, I didn't. What I have done is gone and rit you a poem about being a poet and what it means and ting. I hope you've read lots of other poems and written loads yourself and just given poetry to respect it deserves for at least one bloody day out of the thousands you have/will live.
Peace and poems guys!
On Being a Wack Poet, Yo!
I mistook a set of garden furniture
for a small urban horse.
It was all downhill from there, really.
Like complimentary porcelain figurines
the words purchased themselves
and stood in the living room of my pages.
It’s one of those chapter-less books,
so I never know where I am
or when to stop.