Passed over for the laureateship again
god knows I've tried
written poems about royal weddings and babies
odes to wildlife, urns and joy
tedious blank verse self indulgencies
doggerel
mentioned Amy Winehouse
declared my black moods mixed race
allowed my inner child a voice
played fast and loose with convention
written stuff that rhymes
churned it out by the metre
and the foot: iamb, trochee, dactyl, anapest, spondee, and pyrrhic
all to no avail
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