Most days I would try to write a poem; it is a practice, as I suppose is meditation, or smiling, or watching the world go by
It's too long
It's too short
It's too fat
It's too thin
Oh no
I'm sorry
Let's see
Where to begin
The end is quite good
But would it be better
At the start
Yes that’s it, that’s it
Hit them with the punch line
Straight away
