Saturday, 9 August 2008

A Rather Silly Poem

She Wants A Poet

There are moments when I rhyme
There are moments when I scan
It seems that just from time to time
I am her perfect sort of man

A poet’s what she wants, she says
And I can write in neat rhyme schemes
It seems in almost every way
I am the boyfriend of her dreams

Of course, she’s gone and changed her mind
She now likes poems to be free
It seems I must go out and find
Another sort of man to be


April Boland said...

Cute poem - hope it's not based on reality! ;)

April Boland said...

April Boland said...

*Sigh* that's competition.html at the end there.

stu said...

Not based on reality, but thanks for the address.