This poems poet's wondering
Will his poetry fulfil
I hate to see him suffering
He has no poet-skill
Can't call this poem poetry
Its lines just empty shells
Enhance so simple symmetry
No meaning deep expels
This poem is like nonsense
These words not his but mine
I try to help him sentence
Poetry line by line
The poems poet's showing us
His qualities reveal
The words are more ambiguous
Its poetry is real
And reading back start wondering
It might be rather strong
Is it me here who is suffering
Was it there all along
(c) Jan-Willem Brock 2003