There are old poets
and there are bold poets
but there are no old, bold poets.
Or something like that.
I may have taken a slight liberty there,
bibbidy-bobbedy-boo!
.
Anyway, I am an old, bold poet…
apart from the bold bit.
And I have never flown a plane.
So, consider me…
well, please just consider me.
Or not – it doesn’t matter.