What's mine's mine.
This poem lacks character, she muttered.
To be honest the sentences were a bit ropey and the thoughts clangy.
Actually it was a bit a bit long-winded. Took ages to read. Ugh!
I like the way it began life but then it lost me.
Inane and vacuous; what’s the point?
Hey you, that’s my poem.
Get off my property you!