Carlos Bousońo, the late Spanish poet, eminent critical theorist and professor, maintained that if you don't like the "humorist", you will find nothing to laugh at in his "humour"... Try it, yourself.

IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY - LXXXII

IF ever I had a country, a country where every TOM-Cat, Dirty-DICK and Royal HARRY wrote what his fellows called POESIE

And if ever I were the only SON of a GUNny Sack-Bag incapable of pouting lines to an astronomically non-sensical degree

And as punishment thereof - sans appeal - if I were to be appointed by the Supreme Inter-Galactico-Cosmo-IL-logical Council of the Arbiters of Tyrannic Taste the one and only ARBITER and JURY

And should my fellow-poets ever so much as utter or let escape a squeak on, relating to or about what they cook-up as stew or porridge of
un-hermeneutical ETERNAL VERITIES which they print publish post (ne’er you mind: plagiarize) and/or pander to their pridefully painted images potpourri

I would first and foremost issue an EDICT - nay, even a DECREE - to CONFINE each and every one of my bumble-bee constantly buzzing comrade BARDS, purveyors and promotors of mutually unintelligible verse within their own ivory PENTHOUSES of phantasmagorical (a)musings
under pain of summary banishment - should they ever so much as "peine in poiein » - to the Great Attractor Wall of Galaxies and so be it, I pray thee

And this, even if I were to be confined to my very own solitary dungeon and be condemned to listen to - against my will, day and night, for ever and ever - the ethereally soul-uplifting poutings of the Poetasters of Ispahan in their wordy giddy swirls of SUFI

And even if I never ever had no country where POETRY had need of mutually EGO-BOOSTING commentary

(c) T. Wignesan - Paris, April 5, 2020