I had a go at poetry once,

it drive me round the bend.

So twee and silly and useless,

all this rhyming at the end

I tried to write it backwards,

just to annoy those who chose to read

But all I got was lots of praise,

'Your style is very well done indeed!'

So I decided to not rhyme at all,

hoping to cause such a flap.

But all I got was a round of applause,

I'd have rather have got a slap.

So annoying had my plight become,

I hid my pen away.

No more poetry would I write,

but my defiance crumbled at the mention of pay.

It seems people are more than willing,

to give me money for the twiddles I write

And though it is still somewhat annoying,

my bank balance is now looking very bright.

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