A Turd

A Turd

This is a favorite tale of mine
you can quote me word for word.
A story bout' my shitty little poem
for now I'll just call it a turd.

It started as something beautiful
but the critiques came rushing in.
Soon enough it was torn apart
never knowing what it could have been.

The words would never be the same,
a nursery rhyme it would not make.
The stanzas stunk to highest Heaven,
all it needed was a proper wake.

I cut and trimmed and worked real hard
almost changing every word,
but alas! some things will never change
and my poem remains "A Turd."

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