The Poem Monster

A quick unfinished piece

 

All poets who tread here beware

A poem doubles as a lair

For creatures very strange and foul

Who love to feast on every vowel

 

For instance, on this very page

Resides a beast who's in a rage

He'll gobble every rhyme - and worse

So hurry as you write your verse

 

At stanza three, so far so good

But do not think you're out the wood

This beastie never shows repentence

And he can smell your every 'scentence'

 

However hard a writer's working

This monstrous thing is always lurking

Just waiting for a crumb of prose

So tidily you must compose

 

Be very careful what you scribble

Or he'll pop up and take a nibble

But if you catch this aberration

You'll kill it with alliteration

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[PianoandPage]

"die deliriously deranged demon devouring didactic discourse!"

"scentences" - *cracks up*

oh james.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Now, what strange creatures might want to eat verse? They must be starved for inspiration or suffering from originality depletion, in which case, they will simply die on their own. No need for alliteration obliteration. Monsters are generally slow witted creatures so I doubt they would have the good sense to follow a trail of metaphor back to my door. But there may be more truth lurking here than intended. Short simple rhyme scheme, let the monster rage on.

[.:Naiira Harlow:.]

Very clever and pleasent! I liked this one even if it was quick!
-Twilight

[Emily B]

Just the way a Monday morning should begin,
may be I will sneak back and read again.

[Laura E. Aranda]

Bravo! Very clever!
This was so cute! I loved the funny edge to this.....very pleasant read...Cheers, lea