“The boy’s destined for great renown.”
“His joking tone will not suffice.
He’s less a poet, more a clown.”
“His poetry’s use of forms is nice…”
“Those iambs, anapests, and rhymes?
Those methods from the Age of Ice?
His work is far behind the times.
Who would not vomit, cringe, and jeer
If shown his literary crimes?
“His poems’ meanings are always clear…”
“What fouler crime could one commit?
To write’s to be a drunken seer.”
There end the words of Pride and Fear.
I should probably confess that this piece of tripe was yet another excuse experimenting with a form I had never used:)