Yup! Perfect. Never throw anything away.
Buttoned Up or Free Verse
Say you want to be a poet but you frankly can’t be arsed
With the polishing of verses, like the poets of the past.
No, you haven’t got the patience and you haven’t got the time
For the artfulness of metre and the subtleties of rhyme.
Like a toad beneath the harrow or a nail beneath the hammer;
You’re a slave to Dr Syntax and his pestilential grammar.
Oh it’s hard to be a bard when you’ve no notion how to do it;
Yet the secret’s very simple and there’s really nothing to it.
If you’re long on inspiration, but you’re short on taking trouble,
Writing Free Verse very freely sees your output more than double.
First you jot down thoughts at random like a postcard or a letter,
Then you hack them up at random and the randomer the better.
Make them hectoring, repetitive, vainglorious or vatic –
It’s a trick that any fool can do, it’s truly democratic.
No need to be judicious or ingenious or clever,
Just go on and on and on and on for ever and for ever.
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