Honour and Glory
Here I am basking in the honour and glory
For my poems you have given to me
But there is something in the back
Of my mind tickling, you see
That is, if a tree had to fall in the forest
And no one was there would it make a sound
See this is the thing at the back
Of my mind that I found
I cannot accept the honour and the glory
For it would not have been if not for you
I would like to share these honours
With all those at poetry soup too
And because if you have noticed
I have no choice
As you can hear from my
High pitched muffed voice
You see he has my right arm
In an arm lock
And in my mouth
A smelly old sock
It’s my imaginary friend Glen
His not happy with me
For his the one that
Really writes all my poetry
So we would like to say from my
Imaginary friend Glen and me, to you
For the Honours and glory
A big THANK YOU
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