Very Bad Poetry

I go to the forest I go one day,
Should I sit and watch or should I play.
The insects crawl upon the ground,
The red-brown ants make their mounds.
I see the birds fly in the sky,
In a v-shaped form they seem to lie.
The trees stand tall, so high they are,
Some trees are brown, others black as tar.
I sit by the stream I watch it flow,
The stream is fast but has nowhere to go.
I'm going to leave, come back never,
To not disturb this place, it is so clever

Wilson Rogers has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Wilson's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Wilson's latest works: