G. autumn

Elizabeth and i sat next to eachother,
"You must write a poem " teacher said,
"and you choose the subject",
keen and confident( yet talentless )elizabeth scrawled with her
pen,
THE AUTUMN LEAVES FELL GRACEFULLY FROM THE TREES,
it's funny how so many people choose this subject i thought,
THE DEW GLISTENED IN THE EARLY MORNING RAYS OF THE SUN why couldn't she just be real? i thought,
why not a poem about bogies or cheese?,
why not?
because elizabeth thought poetry would set her apart,
she could be an intellectual perhaps,
romantic even,
yes elizabeth was keen.

I wondered as i wrote of the fineries of bogies and cheese,
if i told people i wrote poetry would they think me pretentious,
the answer being often yes i then realised why,
because of AUTUMN POETRY,
if perhaps they could read some heartfelt stuff they would know it
wasn't all pants,
they may enjoy my cheese and bogie pro's,
THE EVER CALMING SOUND OF THE CRICKET,
you can stick it,
THE GRACEFUL FLUTTER OF THE BLUE WINGED BIRD,
turd turd turd turd turd turd turd,
THE RIPPLES LIKE THE BEATING HEART OF THE LAKE,
rubbish fucking rubbish, fake fake fake,
Elizabeth , i thought, i'm stictly a bogies and cheese man,
and hopefully that will set me apart,
but bless you for entertaining the autumn folk.