Well, that started a **** fight, didn't it? But all very civilized.
What did I get out of it? I have to do it my way and still try and conform to the basics of good metre and rhyme without turning my verse into something which is only technically poetry. At the end of the day I just have to be satisfied that I have written something others will enjoy and if a judge likes it too, then so be it. Or, to put it some one else's way:-
My Peter's Way
...and now, the end is near
and so I face the final verses.
My friends, I'll say it clear
I'm just not sure which the worse is:-
To rhyme the rhyme that's full
and measure each and every metre
or less, much less than this, just rhyme with Peter!
Regret, I'm sure you knew
had a colt, best not to mention,
the Roaring Days or Post Hole Mick or Hanrahan, or conception.
I planned each structured rhyme and carelessly inserted metre
and worse, much worse than this, I rhymed with Peter!
Yes, there were rhymes, I'm sure you knew,
that really stunk, well, worse than poo
and judges then they have no doubt,
they tear it up and throw it out.
I had to fail if I turned a tale, on rhymes with Peter!
I've wrote, edited and cried
and tried to kill my fear of losing
and now, my nib is dry, I'm thinking of, self abusing.
To think I'm old and fat
and may I say, a carpet beater,
just so, oh yes just so, I'll rhyme with Peter!
For what is a poet, what has he gaut?
if not a rhyme than he has naught.
To write the rhymes he truly feels (and not the lines he flamin steals).
The Judges know my poems blow and rhyme with Peter!
(from an original idea by Songwriters: Revaux, Jacques;Anka, Paul (Eng Lyr);Thibaut, Gilles;Francois, Claude)
Mal the Oldfart
