Selling Bad Poetry by the Sea
By Frank Izzo

They sell bad paintings at the shore.
Why can’t I sell bad poetry?
I can write of misty morns
of children playing tag with waves
of seagulls laughing at bathers
I would set up shop in a weather beaten shack
Pricing my rhymes from $20 to $100 each.
Framed.
People would browse
In bathing suits
And read of crimson sunsets over bays
And moons spilling pools of light
On dancing waves.
These are really good,
A young Canadian couple would coo
But they’re not in a buying mood.
Then a middle-aged lady would burble
This one would be perfect in my TV room
It has a nautical motif
And she would buy my poem called
“The Reef”