The first line of this was overheard in Armchair Books in Edinburgh. Not by me. The poem is mine though.
(Happy Christmas, too. And may God rest you and send you a happy new year, and God send you a happy new year etc.)
I’m looking for nonce poetry,
with rules of length and lines.
I’m looking for nonce poetry –
I’m not a bender, mind.
Seeking out the tricksy parts,
where words pool deep and meaning grows,
I’m not a ‘patron of the arts’,
but butch men needn’t stick to prose.