This is a poem about poems and poets.

Poems are short pieces of writing about stuff that generally have a beginning a middle and an end that have a point to express.

This poem will probably sound a mess because I forgot to digress and explain that this poem doesn't rhyme.

From time to time poets often take a long while to get to the point and whine and whine and whine until it reaches the end.

This poem has a point to make but it doesn't take the average poet long to flake it mid way through and go of on a random tangent.

Just to show you what I mean see below.

And low and behold there was poetry. Written by poets.

Oh, poetry how I love thee like poultry, you lack feathers but you sound nice in my ear.

So sow the seeds of creativity my friends, one and all.
Rejoice in the beauty of the written word.

Come on men and women from around the world, pick up a pen and write a poem. Amen.

By Shane Trent Pacy Winstoble-Granger

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