Shit! the Board are after me

 

The buggars are on my tail, they are

They think my verse is low-gear

It's not nuff arty-farty like

It's not nuff Willy Shakespeare

 

Art thou listening oh Great Board?

(Yes you up in the sky)

Willy Shakespeare wrote for Globe

That paper's long gone by

 

You need to make an effort Board

Come off your great high tree

Adjust, bend rules and delve into

My offbeat poetry

 

I'm waiting on a Board response

(Those ones up in the sky)

You think they will come back to me?

And deign me a reply?

 

Regardless what the Board may say

Their 'pinion is no loss

I'll write the way I want to

Don't care, don't give a toss

 

Don Matthews November 2017