The Poetaster rhymes her silly rhymes,
so meaningless and trite, they are betimes
They lack the depth and substance of the great
and epic poems that speak of people’s fate.
Her ditties will not change a person’s mind
or move to greatness, any of mankind.
Continuing this incessant, shallow verse
appears to be her destiny or worse.
They’re sometimes shallow *and* don’t even rhyme,
and nothing ever borders on sublime.
©2013 P. Johnson