tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607942210129190506.post3070682742014462122..comments2023-04-02T14:08:47.513+01:00Comments on The Grumbler: Is Bad Poetry Hereditary?The Grumblerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08885296019710890409noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607942210129190506.post-54913750394748627842008-12-15T15:22:00.000+00:002008-12-15T15:22:00.000+00:00There was an old Grumbler called PaulSome said twa...There was an old Grumbler called Paul<BR/>Some said twas as round as was tall<BR/>Up for snacks in the night<BR/>He tripped over in fright<BR/>As his puppy had messed in the hallAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607942210129190506.post-5193036341679327522008-12-14T00:12:00.000+00:002008-12-14T00:12:00.000+00:00There was a man named MacAmeter Who had an instrum...There was a man named MacAmeter Who had an instrument of prodigious diameter But it wasn't the size that made the girls sigh, It was his rhythm- iambic pentameter.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3607942210129190506.post-32770971411368096322008-12-12T07:20:00.000+00:002008-12-12T07:20:00.000+00:00I've come to trust anything that Andy says so I mu...I've come to trust anything that Andy says so I must agree you are not an alien. <BR/><BR/>That said, I have found myself to be the type of person who wants to like poetry but doesn't. I feel about poetry like I do about complex foreign films, deep novels etc. I'm just do not have the depth of character to work that hard to understand something.<BR/><BR/>I'm thinking of getting together a running list of stuff i *wish* I liked but don't.Meg Bearhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03073135232812482450noreply@blogger.com