To think that something so revered
could set my teeth to grinding gears,
	one only needs to ken
	I hate to structures bend.

Too oft I fail to recollect 
the rules an ode dost interject.
	I’m simply left to guess
	and strive to do my best.

I’m sure this poem proves my case
though I confess 'twas penned in haste;
	the ode – no friend to me –
	remains a mystery.

It’s National Poetry Writing Month (NaPoWriMo)!

Day Five prompt from NaPoWriMo.net: write a poem in which you talk about disliking something – particularly something utterly innocuous, like clover. Be over the top! Be a bit silly and overdramatic.