My Meniers got worse
So start writing verse
What’s this about Iambic?
Please don’t be pedantic

If you don’t like ‘wot I rite’
I don’t give shite
I write ‘cos I must
Or else I might bust

At four in the morning
It comes without warning
Must put pen to paper
It’s rather a caper

It’s here to be read
Now it’s out of my head
If you like it, that’s great
If you don’t, I won’t hate

Don’t be so picky
Writings not tricky
Must get it all down
Get rid of the frown

Blank verse is the fashion
Some love it with passion
Grew up with Betjeman, loved it a lot
Writing like this it’s all that I’ve got

©peterspoetry 2017

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