Bad Poetry for the Very Bored

Today water has melted into water

An artist is just a fancier potter

And if this poem lapses

In quality collpases

Just when you thought

It could not get any worse

Here is some more idle verse

Take a ladies' purse

This is a sign

That I cannot write

Any more rhyme

So log off

And do not return

Learn

To forget this space

Get sentimental

Think of old letters old lace

This will go

Without a trace

I think I am fine

Maybe I've drunk

Too much wine