Sunday, 10 January 2010


Suddenly I feel a massive pressure,
to write the poems that you may treasure.
Maybe it's the number Eighty,
That makes this all extremely weighty?

I really hope I don't let you down,
That my poetry won't make you frown.
But it is simply a compulsion,
Like lighting the fuse on rocket propulsion!

1 comment:

  1. It makes me smile. And u are a bit like lighting a fuse in me!