Seriously, I don’t write good poetry.

Summary

The author discusses their humorous approach to poetry, particularly their preference for limericks and the challenge of finding a rhyme for "orange," while acknowledging their reputation for writing bad poetry and their son's indifference to their poetic antics.

Abstract

The website content reveals an author who, despite claiming to write bad poetry, has a playful and ironic relationship with the craft. They share an anecdote about their son's reaction to their poetic attempts to make him eat peas, which, although unsuccessful, highlights the author's persistent creativity. The author's blog primarily consists of essays, yet they have published a sonnet on Medium and face future poetic challenges, including writing about a lemon and sharing a villanelle about voting. The author admits to finding a rhyme for "orange," albeit a humorous and perhaps not entirely satisfactory one, and challenges readers to do better.

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The author views themselves as notorious for bad poetry, suggesting a self-deprecating humor about their poetic abilities.
They express a preference for limericks over other forms of poetry, indicating a fondness for the playful and often humorous nature of limericks.
The author finds it ironic that their first Medium post was a sonnet, given their usual aversion to poetry and focus on essays.
They reveal a sense of challenge and perhaps a hidden enjoyment in writing poetry, as evidenced by their acceptance of future poetic tasks.
The author's relationship with their son is portrayed with affection and humor, with the son's reaction to the poetry and the peas being a source of amusement rather than disappointment.
There is a hint of pride in having found a rhyme for "orange," even if it is not a particularly good one, showcasing the author's creative determination.
The author directly engages with the reader, issuing a playful challenge to find a better rhyme for "orange," which reflects their interactive and engaging writing style.

Seriously, I don’t write good poetry.

But I did find a word that rhymes with orange.

In real life, I am notorious for my bad poetry. With only the slightest provocation, I will assault my friends with parodies of favorite song lyrics or Dr. Seuss books.

You do not like peas from a can?

Try, them, try them little man!

You should eat them at the table,

with a fork if you are able.

At four, my son giggled at my antics. I wish I could tell you it worked, but it didn’t. He still won’t eat peas. Now that he is a teen, I only get eye rolls.

I only said I preferred Limericks.

Seriously, I don’t write good poetry.

As a writer, I don’t see myself as a poet.

I Wrote my First Story and It’s a Sonnet

Though my strong point is Limericks

Villanelle the Vote

The people are crying out — are you listening?

I did find a rhyme for orange.