The Bill Door Blues

I’ve got new socks!
I’ve got 2p!
I’m not a small child,
I’ve got ADHD!

I don’t actually, but … Medium being the haunt of poets (amongst other undesirables) ¹ … I figured that (as I, sadly, can’t beat ’em ⁵) I might as well join ‘em.

And, you never know, herself might find it amusing, for various reasons, too.

So, there you go.

Now, go away.

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¹ Have you seen how many poets there are on Medium?

Altogether too many — until I arrived here, I had never once stopped to question how many there might even be in the World ², let alone seen so many in one place.

Seriously …

They come here, rifle through my stuff, make a mess of things …

How do they find me!?

² Who would? For a start, we all like to go about our lives blissfully unaware that poetry even exists ³ and, secondly ….

No … wait … that’s it.

(We all prefer to live in blissful ignorance ⁴.)

³ School … Shakespeare/Molière/whoever … it‘s not conducive to an appreciation of songs without music, is it?

⁴ I think it was Ben Elton who observed that, inside every teenager, there’s a poem … … …. and that’s where it should stay.

⁵ … senseless …. with The Chair Leg of Truth.