My friend Heather on a writer's group wrote the following as an example of a badly written poem. It says a lot about my poems that I thought it the best I've ever read. π
I saw thee coming o'er t' hill
Your footsteps next I heard
Your lips the tasting at thereof
As sweet as lemon curd
Lo! How I longed to touchest thee
To givest thee mine heart
But run a mile I did instead
Remembering your fart