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PROLOGUE

Those who know me

Know my name

Even though it is eminently forgettable

To them

I need ‘no’ introduction.

Those who are ‘somewhat’

Perplexed

By me

Please be assured

That it doesn’t get any clearer

Anytime soon

However…

I must just say that…

‘This’ is my ‘last’ poem

My last ‘ever’ poem

The last ‘ever’ poem that

I

Shall ‘ever’ write

Maybe the last ‘ever’ poem that ‘you’ will ‘ever’ hear

‘Who’ knows?

(Which is a rhetorical question if ‘ever’ I heard one)

And smoothly leads me on to the next question; which is…

Who cares?

(Also rhetorical)

And finally…

Who dares?

Wins!

(Which is just plain silly).

POEM

After the threat of snow,

When the days had turned ‘so’ cold,

Today was mild;

it seemed as though the good Lord had smiled,

and although the sun never shone from dusk till dawn
I was not forlorn

“No! from ‘dawn to dusk,’ ” you cry!

“A basic schoolboy error you have made!”

I turned, dismayed, to look at my observant reader;

He stood there smugly smirking

“I don’t think that ‘this’ poem’s working.” He continued.

“You’ve lost the little talent that you probably once had!”

Well, I thought, that’s gratitude.

A platitude then crossed my mind:

‘who laughs last laughs longest’

which was fine as attitudes to platitudes go;

then I thought of another:

‘a shallow grave conceals little’

Which I had made up on the spur

Of the moment;

then wished that I hadn’t.

I hid for a while

Behind a wall

Of silence

Which was, in reality, not actually

A wall,

At all.

When I came out from behind the metaphor

I found that ‘he’ had gone –

And the sun still never shone.

“That’s rubbish!”

Came an old, familiar voice;

I had no choice

I shot him in his foot;

Put my creative drive in gear

And got the “Hello, fair maiden!”

Out of there.

Later, I fell into a deep stream

Of consciousness

Was drowned

Died

And never lived to write another poem.

“Hurrah!” he cried.

EPILOGUE

Only words

Have no fear

Dear reader

These are only words.