For some reason
I don't often like poems that don't rhyme. I know that's very childlike, but I just feel that if it doesn't have a rhyming beat it's just a rambling bunch of text. Having said that, there are some very moving poems (that I can't think of) that don't rhyme, however, I prefer to think of them as monologues rather than poetry, although I suppose the categorisation of the text has little bearing on its meaning.

Here's my favourite poem because it makes me lol and because it shows that not all poetry has to be poignant to be enjoyable:

The boy with nails in his eyes
Put up his aluminium tree
It looked pretty strange
Because he couldn't really see.

From Tim Burton's collection The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy.
( Kitty v1.0 desperately naive, Wed 7 Jan 2009, 13:43, Reply)