Poetry on the subject of fake knockers.

With thanks to Blue Arauz for use of the header image (licensing).

When people want to knock things
There’s an oft found trait
Of descending into the absurd
Of not simply sticking to factual
Aspects of fault and dislike
But bounding on in
To vilifying
Lampooning
For all their worth
This is strangely converse
For it adds layers of untruths
Reveals unsavoury traits
Such as spite and hate
And so demeans any value
There may have been
In the original point

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