A poem about revising poetry.

The Mock Heroic

A close-up of a page covered in handwritten text.

Within the top floor of the TLC

(It’s way too intense at the Billy B)

I studied all the famous poets’ tricks

For my exams but it’s a complex mix.

These literary greats seem quite perverse

In choosing techniques that I must rehearse

Like using rhymes to make their idea walk

But sometimes the rhyme just doesn’t quite work.

And while we’re on this walking metaphor

What to do with the extra foot (I have) in store?

Another thing that seems quite strange to me

Is the ingenious use of ’postrophe.

As if that’s not enough, they have the cheek

To change the format in a fit of pique.

Break in-to mo-no-syl-lab-les for time

Or syntax change to underline the rhyme

Perhaps a vol-

                             -ta would enhance the verse

Perhaps not. I fear it has made it worse.

The last couplet is the poet’s trophy

Please ignore the accidental strophe:

Having done this task, I abandon hope

I’ll leave the heroic couplet to Pope.


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