As we are diverse like our DNA,
Not everyone agrees with all we say.
Though wishy washy won’t appeal to me
There’s enough around say it’s poetry.
There’s rhymes and verse but who’s the judge
Of what’s poetic or what is sludge?
I can’t say, being just a minion
Or give weight to my opinion
But to my meagre way of thought
Though I’m oft accused of knowing nought
Real poetry comes with rhymes or meter
And even adds onomatopoeia.
If I can allude to alliteration
Then I’d be proud of my creation.
Some might love it and give it five stars
Many will scathe it and say it jars.
‘Cus we are diverse like DNA
You don’t have to agree; I’ve had my say.
