Would anyone care to critique my poem?
It was a dark non-rainy night
When Fred said hoi, hoi, hoi
Jane was a girl
But Fred was a boy, boy, boy
They had a dog
But they kept it chained up too long
And it went vicious
And somewhat malicious
Its food was delicious
Its name was Grishus
And it had big paws
That were atrocious
Well, one day it was looking at its food
When up from the ground
Came a bubbling crude
Black gold, Texas tea
Could I get this published?
Yes | 23 | |
No | 64 |