A TO Z OF POETRY

A TO Z OF POETRY

Magnetic poetry's pathetic
Alphabetti Spaghetti
Verse is worse.
You open the tin
And start sortin'
The words and letters out
Moving them about
But you get a little peckish
So half the P's and Q's vanish
And you can't possibly finish
Without them
So your poem
Comes out a complete mess
Hardly a recipe for success
And what you contrive
Force out and derive
Buggers up your hard drive
In ketchup and pasta sauce
So you have no other recourse
But to use pen and ink
So write what you think
Instead of finding your inspiration
Without using your imagination
By opening up a box or a tin.
Go now to your peddle bin
And put your magnetic poetry in.
It's your ideas I want to read
You have a mind. That's all you need.