It's a struggle...

It’s a struggle writing poetry for Ryman

Cos there’s one too many syllables in highwayman…

So perhaps I’ll write some chopped up prose instead

And knock this rhythm business on the head

Exchange my metre for a ruler

We all know blank verse is cooler

Oh it’s a struggle writing poetry for Ryman

It’s a struggle writing poetry for Ryman

Unless, as luck would have it, you’re a fire fighter

For I burn up like a laser

At the sight of one eraser

Paper products, pencils, prit-sticks

Swell my lips up more than lipsticks

Oh it’s a struggle writing poetry for Ryman

It’s a struggle writing poetry for Ryman

Unless, as luck would have it, you’re a homicidal person

For I turn into a killer

At the sight of brown Manila

And you can’t set too much store

On all those sheaves of white A4

Oh it’s a struggle writing poetry for Ryman

I could versify on stationary forever

Eulogise on how it holds us all together

On how blue tack has changed to white

So now it cleans off with a wipe

Hold a paper clip convention

Celebrate this great invention

But it’s a struggle writing poetry for Ryman

It’s a struggle writing poetry for Ryman

Since my ex was always visiting it time and

Time again.

Used to stock pile yellow post its

Till the trail he left got on my wick

So much so, I had to leave

the colour yellow makes me heave

Oh it’s a struggle writing poetry for Ryman

It’s a struggle writing poetry for Ryman

Oh yes it’s a struggle writing poetry for Ryman