Just Me Poem by Paul Butters
Just Me
What's poetic about a foundry worker's son,
Born and bred in Leeds, now idling my time away
In a rinky dink seaside town? What's poetic
About sitting on my laptop reading Facebook
And pressing Like now and then? It's got me typing
Like a modern poet, no rhyme or metre to be seen.
I'm going to (roughly) count the syllables then chop this
Into verses. Then post it on my favourite
Poetry sites, plus my blog.
Perhaps there's poetry in me being a Working Class Boy made good.
In me being a Pro Careers Worker after failing
My Eleven Plus. Even got to Grammar School
For a couple of years. Taught English for six.
The Internet is my Salvation.
Television too.
Is that prosaic enough for you?
Damn that rhymed! Knowledge and images,
That yet beget… and much more too.
No need to be there in person.
Just enjoy.
Haha! Love that last stanza! See poetry is inbred in your soul! Even you couldn't help making at least one line rhyme! Amazing how important the internet has become for so many. As for me, can't not stand Facebook! Think I had to set up an acct. to get onto another site once and never went back! Lol. Think all anyone will find on my acct. is my name! But....to each his own huh?
wonderful writing, thanks, I like it. please read my poems and comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Yes Colleen I nearly rhymed a few times. The lines got shorter towards the end too. Thanks Gajanan.