You’re the type of person who – as we say in poetry circles – is as idle as the day is yawn. Can’t be bothered to do much, can you? If this were a poem, you’d probably like to rhyme ‘rhyme’ with time all the time, time and time again, wouldn’t you?
What about ‘dime’? Or ‘slime’? Or ‘ ‘? (That was mime.) Plenty of other words to go around! But no, you just bore everyone to tears with the same old half-baked poetry garbage. You have the brains, you have the brawn (poets are very strong) but do you have the MOTIVATION TO WRITE POETRY??
I remember when I was your age, back in 1743, when I first decided to become a poet… I discussed the matter with (EDITOR’S NOTE – John Rice went off on a very long and boring tangent about sailing the poet sea at this point. We’ll cut to the end, thirty minutes later.)
And that’s how I became a poet. How about you?