I read this yesterday and was inspired to write a poem about this poet laureate. I know its not up to her award winning standards, but at least it rhymes 😉
That isn't poetry. That is typing words into patterns on paper. You cannot read the typed patterns. The blank spaces are as important as the words because both exist only to decorate paper.
So she was clearly even dumber than she looked.
In more ways than one...
I read this yesterday and was inspired to write a poem about this poet laureate. I know its not up to her award winning standards, but at least it rhymes 😉
Ode to Nicole
She was insane.
Was unable to refrain.
So swiftly was slain.
Only she is to blame.
That isn't poetry. That is typing words into patterns on paper. You cannot read the typed patterns. The blank spaces are as important as the words because both exist only to decorate paper.
This is nothing more than a poorly created self eulogy. Properly titled though.
She lost her belief of God in biology class.
She probably believes in Him now.
I think Shakespeare and Yeats and Sandberg and even e.e. cummings can rest easy as regards their place in literature.
In the meantime, don't forget that "...in the room, the women come and go, speaking of Michelangelo."