Poets here
Poets there
Poets every fucking where
Poets fucking everywhere
Poets in the chip shop
Poets in the pub
Poets in every corner
They’ve even got a club

Poets telling tales in oh so many ways
Poets get all moody and darken their own days
Poets get all soppy and ruin a good shag
Poets go to evenings with papers in a bag
Poets are all sensitive, they go hugging trees
Poets all recycle, putting patches on their knees
Poets have emotions that mere mortals dare not touch
Poets do all nice things and say thank you very much
Poets make home brew and drink it by the jug
Poets like cups of tea and drink it from a mug
Poets write poetry in all so many ways
Poets have to have something to fill their poetic days!







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