In college I wrote a number of poems that were dumb funny (hey, I’m consistent in my approach). With a few I actually tried to be sweet, like to woo my then-girlfriend. I know I’m not a good poet, but I enjoy writing these little things. And I found this self-hating one funny. This one is called “Reaction” and it was a poem about my then-girlfriends reaction to all the bad poetry coming her way.
If I had to guess, this poem was probably written to get her to say she did like my poetry.
I’m sick, sick, sick of your “poetry”
Great. Another five year old’s rhyme, written for me.
Why do boyfriends think they’re unique?
Bad poems by a math guy? You made my week.
Do me a favor, please, take your time.
It’s not necessarily good if you make it rhyme.
Haven’t you noticed the hints when you read to me?
Big yawns, my staring at the clock, longingly!?
It’s not just boredom, it’s even my health
My eyes have rolled so much I’m stuck looking at myself.
The first time it was sweet
But now, my dear, notice my exit on fleet feet.
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