The fact that it’s National Poetry Day seems like a good an excuse as any to annoy you all with a couple of my old Bad Poetry routines.
Here’s the first, which is called “Sex Diary of a Tetley Fiend”:
I make love like I make tea
Not too strong
But not too weak
I always know how long to leave the bag in
Here’s another, which has a couple of names, but my favourite is “Journey Into Mystery”:
No matter how bad it gets
I hang on in there
In that movie.
What was it called again?
I thank you! There’s plenty more where that came from but I won’t bother you with it here today – next year maybe!