Graeme Sandford

Well, National Poetry Day

is well under way,

I’ve written a poem,

and bitten a dray…

no, that’s a type of cart,

I didn’t do that, though that’s what I did say.

I must have bitten something else instead;

but, what it was

has gone right out of my head.

Anyway, as I say,

National Puberty Day

is well under way,

and I wrote a poem poem or two,

as I had nothing to say.

You might have seen my words in print,

or perused my back catalogue,

if you had a spare mint;

though I should be most surprised,

if you thought my words worthy,

my poems of mirth,

It took me but minutes

for my poems to birth.

And, so I set them free,

upon an unsuspecting nation;

not too many, nor too few,

but in an exactly calculated ration

(pronounced ray-shun).

They are probably out there somewhere,

buzzing around like bees,

flying through the air

like an airman grates the breeze;

landing on unsuspecting fruit,

and stopping for a while,

making flowers cogitate,

and fauna for to smile.

They might come back

and visit me,

the one who gave them breath,

or they might just fade and turn to dust,

when they find a literal death.