(The very last Dodo Banana)
It was the very last;
but, little did the banana know it –
having not read this poem,
written by a poet.
.
And, like the Dodo before,
once the last one was gone,
there wouldn’t be any more.
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They do say
that you are
only as daft
as your last poem.
.
Or, if that poem is unfinished,
your last poetic outing
in draft.
.
But, how will I know
when I have written my last poem?
.
Or can I choose
to go forward
to Hell
from this place of dwell
when I have written
a particularly daft one,
or even a sensible one –
though what are the chances of that …
Graeme Sandford 