writing a rhymetakes up my time
i look up at the birds
to find me the words
I’ll go to the bar
for just an hour
maybe i’ll find inspiration
or else i’ll get constipation
tea is for mugs
violence is for thugs
i am a transcriber
i must eat some fibre
have to earn some money
bees are good at making honey
some woman like to wax
even i might try one next
the leader of sin is Jeroboam
is this really a poem
I must catch my train
it’s starting to rain
this poem is doing my head in
i’m going to put it in the bin
i’m going to cook the roast
so i’ll just make it a post
to-morrow i’ll come back and report
to see if i got a retort
Can also be seen at my other poetry blog
