By RTF Staff Writer Sarah Rupp

I was forced to write this poem for a writing program I was in called Christian Writer’s Guild. Understand, I hate writing poetry. I was nearing the deadline to write my poem and would soon have to send it to my writing mentor. So, on short notice, I decided to write a poem about hating poetry:

I lie on the floor of my bedroom with my hands on my head

The thought of writing a poem makes me want to go to bed

Sighing as I peel myself off the floor

Day after day, I’ve come to dread this horrible chore

O poetry, how I loathe thee!

It makes me want to flee

And go to a place where I don’t have to rhyme

I feel like it’s wasting all my time!

This assignment is going to drive me crazy!

It’s not that I’m being lazy,

I just don’t know what to write

I’ve been trying to think with all my might

While I write this poem, I must be honest,

I’d rather be at the orthodontist!

Now then, let’s talk about fiction

To me, that’s my addiction

It’s the place where my mind can roam

And I feel the most at home

The characters wait patiently in my mind

Beckoning me to go back to writing the fiction kind

So with a little bit of desperation

And a lot of frustration

We are nearing the end

And I cannot wait to send

This poem to my mentor

Where I will never see it again

Goodbye my friend!

This is officially the end.