I must be a proper poet because I'm old.
I can't be berated for all the books I've sold.
I'm not popular or even infamous
-You wouldn't notice me on a Gateshead local bus.
A proper poet I'm not that young.
No rapping rhythm upon my tongue.
Not popular in the local scene.
Not on the radio, not that keen.
I must be proper my stuff's not lauded
By young hipster journos or applauded
In expensive cafes in London town
I don't spit words with an intense frown.
I must be proper. You haven't heard of me.
To talk of, write about, spout hyperbole.
I just write stuff I'll keep my head in sonnets
Poetry gets radgy with a bee in its bonnet!
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