Poet Pimpernel

Friday, 9 December 2011

I have an ego, this I know

because my shrink done told me so.

But is it really such a crime

to indulge in thoughts of my sublime.

I love myself so much it hurts

I really envy all my skirts.

As they languish on my skin

what heaven those skirts must be in.

I really must control myself,

The shrink's warned of my mental health.

She says that if I don’t hold back

I will incur a mild attack.

Delusion she says is a dangerous thing,

Me? Deluded? Is she joking?

I merely say what I know to be true,

I can see it in your eyes - and you know it too.

You see my divineness, you also know

I’m great, I’m fantastic. Go ego, go.

Thursday, 8 December 2011

Hello People! Yes, it's me,

in my poet court of mystery.

They seek me here, they seek me there,

they seek me in the atmosphere.

Through time, through space and back again,

a wanderer I will remain.

In and out and around the mind,

if you seek me there you'll find

my words a hop and skipping through,

a merry dance they do for you.

And just as life has no real aim,

a wanderer I will remain.

Until such time that I am found not to be

of sound mind, disposition and memory.

Until such time, here I will dwell,

Yes, it's me, the Poet Pimpernel.

Friday, 9 December 2011