I am, of course, none other than blank verse. I don't know where I'm going, yes, quite right; And when I get there (if I ever do) I might not recognise it. So? Your point? Why should I have a destination set? I'm relatively happy as I am, And wouldn't want to be forever aimed Towards some future path or special goal. It's not to do with laziness, as such. It's just that one the whole I'd rather not Be bothered - so I drift contentedly; An underrated way of life, I find. | What Poetry Form Are You?
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To which my first reaction was to say
That's me! In a nutshell even, as it were.
'Cause I am, and I do. And I like it.
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Short, terse, unfriendly,
Yet sometimes quite emotive;
I am the Haiku.
They said if I wasn't a haiku I'd be triolet, and that isn't much better!
If they told you I'm mad, then they lied.
I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive.
I'm the triolet, bursting with pride;
If they told you I'm mad, then they lied.
No, it isn't obsessive. Now hide
All the spoons or I might get convulsive.
If they told you I'm mad then they lied.
I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive.
I hereby declare this meme is st00pid. Harrumph.
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I almost got triolet, too. I agree with the "I'm mad" part, but not with the "isn't compulsive".