Bad poetry

Imaginary garden with real toads challenges us to come up with an example of bad poetry. Not ever having studied the subject I can't tell what constitutes good or bad poetry. On the other hand, one of my favourite bugbears is cliches in pop songs. The songs you remember are ones that have interesting lyrics or approach things from a different angle.

A few years ago, Samantha Mumba (above) brought out a song (that I can't remember) with a lovely tune but whoever wrote the lyrics must have used every cliche in the book - walk / talk, love/above, heart/apart etc. This is my attempt to out-Mumba Samantha.

Baby, we had a special love.
I thought that it came from up above.
We’d go walking in the park
and we’d go smooching in the dark.
Baby I love the way you walk
and Baby I love the way you talk.
I thought our love would never end
and you’d always be my special friend.

But now I heard you’ve been running round town
and putting tears on the face of this clown.
Baby, I’m down on my knees
and begging you please
Please come back to me.

Now all I seem to do is cry.
I look in the mirror and ask myself why.
You had a special place in my heart
and I thought we never would part.
Now I stay in hugging my pillow
and crying like a weeping willow
which is a very sad thing to do
for a man of fifty two.

But now I hear you’ve been running round town
and everybody’s been putting you down.
Baby, I’m feeling so sad
and it’s hurting so bad.
Please come back to me.

Baby my heart will always be true
and I’ll never stop loving you.
You were my very night and day
and I’ll love you come what may.
Oh baby, I will always remember
that saddest day in cold November
when you turned and walked away
beneath that sky so dull and grey.

Oh now I hear you’ve been running round town
and all I can do is frown.
I’m begging you baby
please don’t say maybe,
Please come back to me.