These days I find that my artistic mind
Can’t be bothered with trivial rhyme
So increasingly I
Find my plans go awry
And my mind wanders off all the time
I tire of metaphor
and slink off to bed afore
a verse is completed and scans.
And half-done refrains
sit like vandalised trains -
abandoned by Everton fans.
So poems aren’t for me, not my cup of tea -
to arrange words so neat and precisely.
I’m really so bored with this whole bloody thing
But ironically I scanned this quite nicely.

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