Now what am I to write today?
I have to get my coursework in,
my lovely girls can splash and play
and I want sin.
The meter that I love to read,
it’s soft and subtle to entrance,
to join my girls is my need
soon I will dance.
A mass of words on paper fall
into iambic, I must sort
so I can go play with them all
free of all thought.
The work complete at last, I’m free
the poet that is here in me.
© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.
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