I’m Not a Poem Writer

I’m not a poem writer,

That’s not the life I lead.

A poem writer’s life would be

The last thing that I’d need.

Who’d want to spend their daytime

Or any of their night

Stuck in with pen and paper,

Obliged to try and write?

There’s all that fuss with metre,

With metaphor and rhyme.

There’s assonance and consonance,

I wouldn’t waste my time!

I’ll never pen a sonnet,

No elegy, no lay.

If you ask me for a haiku

I’ll tell you what I’d say …

“I’m not a poem writer,

I’ll give that life a miss!”

So, I’ll never write a poem.

Apart, of course, from this.

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