These Are My JOTtings, Part #2

Celebrating Bad Poetry Day

Though not averse to writing verse, it's really quite in vein
to bleed great drops of sweat and blood to find my thinking train.
Derailments come when I can't find the track for Rhythm's joy.
At the Stop sign you've really gotta just stop!

Now, what were we talking about? Ah, yes, poetry.
So, is that where poems grow? On a poe-tree?
Pick your fruit, and do your best, and someday it might rhyme,
but if you're easily distracted, then it might no- Squirrel!

JOT