Poetry was once a serious pursuit of mine. That was then and this is now.
Whereas I once viewed myself as poetic I now ignore the craft as meaningless and trivial.
There are good poets out there. I never considered myself to be one.
So each August 18 we have National Bad Poetry Day. Ostensibly this is an opportunity to try to exercise a little meter and rhyme scheme.
It also provides that excuse for failed attempts such as those of my own.
I suppose the proper name for my poetry is doggerel which is an irregular really bad poetry fit only for dogs.
Meretricious is another word for shoddy poetic attempts. It refers to work which may be attractive yet lacks value or integrity and indeed, the word root relates to those characteristics of a prostitute.
So let it be known that Dave no longer whores himself out in the attempt at bad poetry.
So be it. There might have been a time but it has long passed.