Perverse Verse

I have not
one profound thought
or a point of view
to share with you
so what do I do?

I give up prose
and try and compose
a neat little verse
short, simple and terse


This I create
though nothing great
a silly little doggerel
ordinary and unspecial

so what was the aim
in heaven's name?
that things mundane
apparently inane
appear much worse
when put in verse.

(I can hear the strange gurgling sound the reader is emitting. I can visualize his blood curdling with horror, his eyes seething with rage. I can also imagine Messrs. Keats, Yeats, Milton and Shelley jumping around in their dark, dank, fungi-infested graves. But then when I mentioned in my last post that I am a pompous fart, I forgot to add that I am a sadist too.)