My Nonsense

I picked up a book of Keats poems

From a stack of books left out in the street to be taken.

I read his poems pretending to understand them,

Until I got to the back of the book,

Where the page was titled Light-hearted and nonsense,

And those I could understand. Those were like mine.

So, my poems are as good as the stuff Keats passed off as nonsense.

Tells me all I need to know, really, about my writing.