The deluded non poets poem
A little levity
I’m a poet
its what I’am,
I wear hats and scarves and jackets of tweed,
live on air and packets of seed
my front room smells like I just pee’d
I exude an eccentric aura
carry pocket books on exotic fauna,
I live in Croydon
but I’m an explorer,
I spent last summer on channel trawler.
I wrote a riddle for the Anglican times
very impressed by my pleasing rhymes,
though unaware of my nocturnal crimes
always in bed by midnights chimes.
Mother, poor cow she’s in the sod
its she that burdened me with poetry and god,
And dad, well of course he was the drinker
thought me a fop, and dreamy thinker.
Girls? oh well
there’s none of that
only me and Lawrence the trusty cat
we sit in the garden where mother sat
and all my neighbours think I’m a twat.