Thursday, December 17, 2020

No poet

No, I’m not a poet,
I cannot find the time,
To juggle varied English words,
And try to make them rhyme.

No, I’m not a poet,
Clever words I leave to others,
They frame in verse things ‘good’ or worse,
Immortalize their mothers.

No, I’m not a poet,
I shall never leave behind,
A list of life’s conundrums,
For others to unwind.

So at Christmas just be grateful
Your ‘latter dated sage’
Has left its ‘joys’ unwritten,
Packed up and left the stage!

Anon

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