A poem about my poems

To those of you who think
That my poetry is like rap
I say you must be all thick
Or your musical taste is crap
All said with a naughty wink
No need for your upper lip to flap

You read my poems and you blink
You (obviously) don't have a clue chap
My poetry's pure wisdom not a trick
To mock about till I go for a nap
I'm sure your head is like a brick
Off you go now before you get a slap
Or a whack on the head with a stick
That'll teach you not to clap
When you read my poems, dontcha think?