Poem for the Ages,AKA Bad Poetry For The Ages

Poem for the Ages,AKA Bad Poetry For The Ages

A poem for the ages,
A masterpiece of the past,
Words that will echo through time,
Forever, they will last.

But alas, my skills are lacking,
And my rhymes are far from fine,
This poem will never make history,
It won't stand the test of time.

I fumble with words and phrases,
I struggle to find the right rhyme,
My poetry is awkward and clumsy,
It's a mess, a true crime.

So here's my bad poetry,
For the ages, it shall be,
A reminder that not all writers,
Can create a true masterpiece.

But even bad poetry has value,
It brings joy and laughter to all,
So let's embrace our imperfections,
Let our bad poetry stand tall.

For though it may not be great,
It's still a creation of our mind,
That in itself is a beauty,
That we should cherish and find.

So let this poem be a reminder,
That even bad poetry has its place,
Within every clumsy rhyme,
There's a bit of beauty and grace.

 

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