Poems Of Piffle
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Shaun Cronick
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Oh spare me all your loving speeches,
For I have heard them all before.
Your poetry needs editing entirely.
And stagnate on a cutting room floor.
You are simply mad as a hatter,
For you milk any themes to death.
Stretching poems beyond their limit,
Leaving readers short of breath.
For that's what your poems are,
And that's what they simply do.
Constant unattractive ramblings,
That should be torn in two.
You'll lose readers in droves,
If you play the same old tune.
Please look up the word originality,
Of which your poems are immune.
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