Here’s my little contribution to National Poetry Day. It took me 5 minutes to write, and was done whilst I should have been tending to my work. Spare me the harshness of your judgements, if you would be so kind. I know it’s terrible, but that’s half the fun of it for me.
It’s inventively called, ‘Dear Robin’…
Dear Robin, it’s with a heavy heart that I write, as a man I once admired turns out to be a shite.
We cheered your name, and constantly wished you well, now we’d all sooner see you burning eternally in hell.
They’ll call us bitter, dejected and mean. We’ll call you a traitor, and things more obscene.
One day you’ll return, and I hate to be blunt; we’ll prepare a song for you, you ungrateful, money-grabbing, glass-legged….
Someone help me finish the last part. Words have failed me…
Feel free to contribute yourselves amongst the comments. I’m sure some of you wonderful people can trump my effort.