My place

I’d like to be a pote of note,
right up there with Auden,
reading my own pomes
and the audience applaudin’.

I’d also like a Nobel Prize
à la Seamus Heaney,
tho’ I think before you get one,
your pomes have to meany.

My pomes don’t meany anything,
they just go round ‘n’ round,
so I’ll settle for a place beside
old dozy Ezra Pound.


 

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