The Taste of Failure
Yet another piece of art
That leaves me cold, alas.
Just another and a yet-another ‘no’.
The wrong approach, the wrong result,
Too simpering, too crass,
And my mood is never right to watch the show.
It makes me feel so guilty,
So unworthy, so frustrated,
To be whingeing when around me all are joys –
I wish I could’ve relished
All the culture that I’ve hated,
But I can’t control what moves and what annoys.
Now, it’s fine to be quite vocal
In a place where that’s expected,
But let’s not dwell on the downers for too long –
Just say our minds, then keep our peace,
Don’t be so disaffected
That we’re ever harping-on the same old song.
The world is full of other people’s taste
Of ev’ry measure –
All because the world contains both them, and I.
Suppose I should be glad
That it is bringing so much pleasure –
And I don’t pretend it’s easy, but I try…
But the one thing I have well-learned
(Though I don’t always obey it)
Is to hush my humphing lips before they run –
Don’t be a carping-critic
Who will always loudly say it,
To prevent my fellow viewers having fun.
Yet another movie,
Or a song, or work of art –
But hey, there’s so much more I’ve yet to see –
Statistic’ly, there must be stuff out there
That pumps my heart,
Just hiding in the piles of not-for-me.
Rhyming Couplets 