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
Thursday, December 17, 2020
No poet
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