I thought this was kind of cute and funny.

I hate poems just like you,
Sometimes even more, it’s true.
The rhyme and rythm, all that stuff,
My brain just screams, “OK ENOUGH!”

I loathe the meter, I hate the verse
Every time, it just gets worse.
When in school we learned all this,
I made sure that day to miss.

Some will ask incredulously,
“Why do you write this atrocity?
Why do you burden us with your pain?”
They sure all think that I’m insane.

The answer is, I tell you now,
Insane I am, and boy oh how.
A crazy loon that’s me alright,
And poems I don’t know how to write.

But my brain still mutters and sometimes stammers,
And sometimes hits me with a hammer.
So I really have no choice, you see,
Than to annoy you with my poetry.

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