That summer I upped my skills, big time
My similes were giving me grief
So I hunted down fresh imagery
Like a spear hunter on a coral reef
Each morning, in the dark, was a victory
knocking new poems out of the park
My rhyming couplets were legendary
See, I had an awareness of the wider game
Allegory, allusiion, alliteration
Litotes – he plays for Leicester City
I was flying, bruv. No one could catch
me
One day, a scout knocks on the door
And asks to see my mum and dad
He says he’s heard about this lad
Who is subverting poetry, could he have look?
Maybe there was a place for me in a new book
It was a really exciting anthology
I still have to practice my keepy-uppy
To get to this level, you don’t go gently
Now I am driving a brand new Bentley
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