“It’s not a poem!” you say.
“It’s not a poem!” you say.
“And who are you to say
that what I say
is not a poem?” I say.
You reply, “ I say, I say, I say…”
“What do you say you say you say?”
“I say, that it’s not a poem because it only has one rhyme, repeated lots – that’s what I say!”
I said nothing; he’d had his say,
I just wished he’d go away.
