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lols have no place
in Poetry

For example:

What would Lord Byron have done
on some misty cliff top, reciting
Deep and Meaningfuls
to his Beloved
had he let slip a silly-sounding fart?

The only Poetic option, apparently
would have been to plunge himself
– in dishonour to the craft –
straight over the edge
(and with the straightest of faces
at all moments of the descent)

Perhaps we’d all be better off
cage-fighting polygraph machines
or having make-up sex with container loads
of unprocessed cocoa nibs
than writing poetry

What could be more brutally honest
or emotionally raw
than that?

But if poetry is a place for wonder
then I wonder
what could be more wonderful
than laughter?