Introduction

I decided in my twilight years I would like to become a writer, so after many years of no studies, I signed up for a writing course with Tafe. Low and behold one of the subjects was Writing Poetry. This was something I hadn't thought about, I wanted to be the greatest Granny fiction writer, so this poem is my first attempt at poetry after agonising procrastination.

Poetry! Bloody Poetry

Write a poem you said
Oh God! My poor aching head
I think I'm going quite insane
Maybe I'll go for a walk in the rain.

Draft, polish, edit you said
I haven't even got out of bed
Let alone start the bloody thing
What the hell is limericking?

Try doing a haiku you said
I can't for my feet are full of lead
Give me a break for goodness sake!
Poetry's enough to make me shake.

Use an audience you said
Tried my husband instead
But what the bloody heck!
He likes
'The boy stood on the burning deck.'

Write a ballad you said
I moaned and groaned till almost dead
Maybe there will come a day
When I'll be able to do what you say.
Write a poem you said!

Copyright; Judanne
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