NS Apologies
I suppose it’s quite naughty to use even more rhyme
To apologise for my style which folks say is a crime
Yes of course I’m really sorry for my terrible verses
But if I were alive today I’d tell you something worse is
Those so called poems you might see in the New Yorker
Which look like the poet fell head first from a tramcar
Now I hope he or she wasn’t really concussed
But same-sounding ends to successive lines is a must
On the subject of lines it’s a mystery to me
The length can be one word then seven next twenty-three
At least my epic odes gave the population a chuckle
Tho’ unintended and English folk don’t understand ‘muckle’
Still I offer my regrets for not doing elegies like Gray
But a river really does flow past Dundee every day
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