I write as I see fit
I don’t put extremes of thought into it
I just let the words flow
And see where they go
Which means that they surprise me sometimes
More often than not
What I write has ‘some’ quality in it
Just a bit
If I have some luck with the flow.
Sometimes, the rhymes are cool
Often they make me out to be a fool
Who doesn’t know the Arsenal from the group Elbow
It goes to show that I am shallow and fleeting
Not a proper poet who confers the greeting of peers
Whose fears at their vulnerability
Are not threatened by my limited ability;
Hence, my agility in writing at speed
Will lead to the above…
And when push comes to shove…
Can I write a proper poem?
Well, if I had to.