Today
is the first day of April, and April is National Poetry Month. I'm glad that
I enjoy writing poetry after disliking it for many years from having to dissect
it in college. The one poem that made me not see the beauty and emotion in
poetry, and to stay away from it for so long, was The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot. The first line of the poem is APRIL is the cruelest month…
I
am going to attempt a poem a day. They’ll be rough drafts of poems in
traditional form and free verse. Here is my first attempt. Tongue
Twister Poetry – Poetry that ties your tongue when read out loud. It does not
need to rhyme.
April Fools
April Fool’s is
about cruel spools of
jokes about
folks of different strokes.
Trap a chap
into a flat full of bubble wrap.
Friends clap
to see the chap collapse.
Tweet Pete
for a treat to eat
down the
street in the window seat
then be
discreet and retreat so Pete
takes the
heat for all the meat.
Buy twelve
pies for dieting Di
and watch her weight grow times eight.
and watch her weight grow times eight.
Her thighs,
bigger than Shanghai,
with a butt
the size of Kuwait.
Play and pay
this day of cliché
for it
displays dismay for the game
of prey that
make friendships decay
because today you went astray.
Fools and Poetry,
Bea
Bea
