I don’t generally like found poetry. Oh sure, when it’s done as a joke, it’s kind of cute. But there are some people who treat found poetry as a true-and-good art form, which I think is a bit cheap and uninteresting, mostly, and is not nearly as exciting as one person creating the words truly on his or her own.
However, this found poem struck me in a good way, probably because of the last line.
And then, of course, good ol’ Rummy is a veritable goldmine of found poetry.
Good words.
Good words.