Furthermore, to what has gone before,
I would like to say,
in a roundabout sort of way,
that a ‘forced’ poem
upon my part,
does not work.
I shirk the effort
that is required
to make a turgid and tired
idea seem like new;
few are the times
when my ultimate rhymes
have been manipulated beyond a joke.
Spoke to a man the other day,
his name was Ray,
he had nothing to say.
And on it goes.
Graeme Sandford 