i love to rhyme

truth to tell i have a little writer's block...
in all probability brought on by guilt.
why guilt?... well there is a lot of fairly important STUFF i need to accomplish this week. the boring, the mundane. the everyday details of starting over on a new piece of the planet.

so... i am about to cheat. i love to rhyme and whilst others often have incredibly useful talents, me i have a rare talent in the art of rhyme.

when 'they' speak of the need to follow your bliss, a few things come to mind... loving and laughing and rhyming. if i ever discover a way to earn a living through rhyme...
i might well be tempted to enter the world of the gainfully employed.

a while back i started to write a series of rhymes about my experiences in my new country. i fully intended to complete an entire series which would be published and make me lots of yummy money. i even had the title ... 'the immigrant'! ah- the good old days, i was still an innocent... the time before i discovered that my poetical writings were unlikely to feed and clothe me, let alone finance the roof over my head. i have since come to realize that as a poet, i should be searching for a patron to support my art. anyone out there know of a patron looking for a poet to support?

yeah well... so much for writer's block...



leaving with panache


i used to live in Africa
i left in quite a hurry
my children are all Brits you know
and Africa means worry
God bless the queen and Tony Blair
my daddy he was British
entitling me to residence
and now my kids were skittish
i sold my house, i packed my bags
departed with panache
on board the plane i drank a lot
and hoped it would not crash
i made it safe to England's shores
November time of year
ah yes the skies were very grey
and raining too i fear
they took me to the little house
they'd organized for me
we talked and shopped and ate as well
and then they left me be

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