A Two Fingered Salute.
I would love to have a cultivated mind –
Then poems I could grow
Poems of some substance –
With rhythm and with flow
Poems that might grab you –
And somehow hold your attention
Poems with a touch of humour –
Some filled with suspension.
But all of that would take a mind that is cultivated
Instead all I seem to do is write poems that get slated
I have no problem with critics once they speak the truth
But denounce I will vehemently those who are uncouth
Ah, a poetic rant, the emitting of some steam
Getting on your high horse, fulfilling that dream
Nothing like it believe me, it really is a thrill
To sit down at the keyboard and give them a Churchill.
C. J. Black