I need to go out soon, into the night
Another poetry night. Easy to read
So much easier than singing, all right
I’ve written some recently, and I plead
Guilty to being inspired by the freeze
Which has unfrozen my muse, funnily
I’ve eaten my tea: potato and peas
No pies or milk left; I’d better buy these
From Sainsbury’s when I go out, soon. Quite
Melted now, the snow crunches under feet
Some more fell, though only in thin flurries
It’s a long way to go, but think I might
For sane, structured speech; something that I need
Not the cacophony that makes ears bleed
NB: I didn't make the poetry night in the end. A phone call made me late, so I stayed in!
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