Poetry: “Poetry Sucks”
This week, I attended Transforming Transportation, a joint Michigan Department of Transportation / Michigan Association of Planning one-day session on complete streets, context sensitive solutions, and Safe Routes to School. During one of the breakout sessions, the speaker asked us, “Do you like poetry?” In stereotypical fashion, I muttered to myself, “Poetry sucks.” That got me thinking a bit, though, and this was the result.
Poetry sucks.
I prefer ducks
Who live in the muck,
Or maybe a buck
Shot by sheer luck.
I also like rucks
Not made from huck,
Inside which I’ll tuck
My hockey pucks.
If this made you say, “Yuck,”
Then I say, “Oh, fiddlesticks.”
If I learned anything this week (other than the fun stuff I learned at Transforming Transportation), I learned that way too many people are way too easily offended by just about anything these days. So, if the above little bit of poetry offended you, watch me not care.
