A Poet's Life for Me

Have you ever come across a crow that impressed you? I have. Do you ever find yourself increasingly frustrated at the kitchen sink for not swallowing bits of food and doing its job properly? I do. Have you ever found yourself feeling totally empty at a garden centre? Oh have I... Do you ever consider catching terrorists instead of fish? Due to National Security nonsense, the answer to that one has had to be locked away safely on page 46, to avoid me having to sit in front of a nosey committee again-a Poet doesn't need to invite untold legal pressure unto themselves. The responsibility of being a Poet is more than enough weight for the broadest of shoulders, and this particular one gets up to more than enough mischief and shenanigans.