Very Bad, But Good

I have a book of poetry bearing the title “Very Bad Poetry.” The book is filled with overwrought, rhymed, and metered verse. Included in the book is a poem about a giant block of cheese. There is also a poem about tooth decay. Every so often, I pull the book from my poetry shelf and read a poem or two. Very bad, these poems. But good, not finding one of my own free verse poems included there.

I press on, taking one small (maybe unlikely) victory at a time.

—Mitchell Hegman