There once was this place called the Corner Attracting each poet and mourner It would seem like the place Where lyrics of grace And beauty would make them feel warmer
But sadly the Corner would swarm With predators seeking to warm Their oversize egos And feed their libidos With chatting up girls as their form
As their poetic skills would deflate They would rather on *** concentrate So their primitive verse Became far more perverse When their critics would start to debate
I used to write poetry on the Android app Poet's Corner. Surprisingly many people used it as a dating site.