Can I actually write ‘Shenaniganza’
without losing my street credibility
(What I have not got)
and retaining my unique air of mystique
(What I also have not got)
whilst still creating poetry
ghat reached exorbitant heights of skillduggery,
at a minimal costing?
Please answer in the comment area below,
if you have a theory,
or actually know.
I know that I have actually overused the word ‘actually’ above,
but my Poetic Licence has no expiry date.
And it is (without doubt) Saturday
where I am
at this moment in time (now)
even if it still Friday where you are,
or you have drifted into Sunday.
PS please enjoy ‘your’ Shenaniganza as much as I enjoy mine. All the best, G:)
Graeme Sandford 