If not all poetry
Doesn't make sense
Doesn't mean a damned thing
To me anyway
Maybe this is cos
I'm uncultured
Or, unsophisticated
Happy some might say
But, I am happy
Not in a gay way
Even though there are poets
In the world
Rhyming birds with bees
And trees with the seven seas
Which mean absolutely nothing
To me anyway
At least not in the context
The poets imagine them to be
Or, not to be
If I may steal a quote
From a William who shook a spear
Whose old English I never will
Have the patience to read
My poetry
It makes sense
It means something
To me anyway
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