You, yes you!

H'dare you mock my poetry,

I shall see you in court.

Nay, I am not that forgiving,

I shall you to hell deport!


Alright! I know it's naive,

But I love to rhyme.

Guess that's what verses do,

Is it that huge a crime?


Abstract feelings, moving moments,

I write not of,

To life's untalked of banalities,

Do I my poetic hat doff.

To the Frosts and Coleridges,

I sincerely apologize,

Writing gives me a much-needed kick,

That, for the moment, shall suffice!


Poetry needs fresh flavours,

I shall cook up something new.

Tell then sit back and keep mum,

Don't make me... KILL YOU!