Bad poets' society!

I once met a man who told me bad versewas putting too many words in a line at a time,or forcing  rhyme with half words like “gawd-blime”while shouting the odds, just to make matters worse,with alliterative fellatio, frank, but fictitious,and so full of “Fs” that mouth-soap’s propitious. Then there’s erudite speedsters, rushing to sendwords straight to Heaven, and you round the bend!No one is quicker their pearls to dispense,their words all have meaning, but never make sense.And just when you feel a point must descendthe train hits the buffers as they puff “ The End”! Watch out for the sequel, it’s an absolute must,moving to “blank”, no more surgical truss.Now they spout nonsense and gabble each daythen say its a poem.... even when it’s prose.Say “I’m talking to you” and “I’m telling you now”, “I  write while I'm busy milking the cow”.Not just full of bull, but pure Welsh bard’s blood....a charlatan chewing  proverbial cud! But the secret of course to a really bad  “poem”Is chosing to rhyme it with words like “La Boheme”.And  if bad poetry’s your sorry plight,wait until I get drunk again tonight,then read me loose, don’t get up tight.My words  will snuff  romantic candle flamethey're all about me, myself and my fame. So go "f.." the Muse's insulted ears,and let me bore you all to tears!