This Poem Is Just Filler

This poem is just here to fill space

This Poem is Just Filler

This poem is just filler
I have to fill this page
So don’t expect great beauty
Or a wonder of the age

This poem is just filler
So skip it, don’t read on
I have to use this this space up
But my inspiration’s gone

This poem is just filler
But is that such a crime?
It have five four-lined verses
And each verse has a rhyme

This poem is just filler
Before The Only Cow
It’s of the kind of quality
I’d rather not allow

This poem is just filler
So why is it so long?
Because it is not filler
And I fooled you all along

Just A Filler Photo

And Then I Quack

This is another self referential poem. This poem is about being lazy when writing poems and going for easy rhymes and topics (which is pretty much all I do). And as it suggests, it really was written in half a minute just to see what kind of poetry that would produce. The results were very disappointing.

And Then I Quack

I walk forwards
I walk back
I walk round
And then I quack

Want a poem?
I’ll begin it
Wrote this one
In half a minute

SUPER META!

This Poem

Today’s poems are self referential (or ‘meta’). There’s no particular reason I chose them, and they’re certainly not my best but I think the idea of a poem that acknowledges that it is a poem is an entertaining idea. I really don’t know what this poem is about beyond that.

This Poem

This poem was over before it began
I knew it, and that was the reason I ran
This poem was fun but it really should end
And now that it’s over, I can be your friend

How very meta