Shelley wrote his famous sonnet*
In just twenty minutes flat
That’s some going, it’s impressive.
Wish I wore the Shelley hat.
I’d knock sonnets out in dozens
They’d come pouring from my pen.
Poetic industry would flourish:
Wonders, time and time again.
Ballads, odes and the odd haiku,
Watch them dancing on the page.
All my own and all the rage.
But this, alas, is a mere day dream
Imagination all askew.
Random rhyme, no similes,
No metaphors, I ask you!
Poet manqué, you’re a has-been.
Go find something else to do.* Ozymandias.
By Ron Gardner