I Coulda Been a Poet

Tony Grannell

“By Jove!” Said he, “I think I’ll write a poem;
A verse of rhyme, ’twill be my great debut.”
A sonnet then, a form that he could hone,
With rhythm and with flow, and much ado.
Its meter and its balance should concur,
To punctuate, so phrases won’t collide,
And maybe, too, a cunning metaphor;
To obfuscate, where meanings like to hide.
And tone is most important to its style,
Hyperbole, they say, it is a must,
And don’t forget the daggers in his smile,
And lots, and lots, and lots of blood and lust.
“Oh yes!” He cried. “A sonnet I’ll compose.”
He pondered for a while - then picked his nose.

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  • sorenbarrett

    Been there, done that. A read that made me think of all those things I can not think about when I write or the mind goes blank. Loved the surprise ending. A fun read.

    • Tony Grannell

      Hello Soren,

      Staring at the blank page with a blank mind, time for a whiskey, you should agree - hahaha!

      All the best,

      Tony.

      • sorenbarrett

        I'll take a whiskey sour with a cigar thank you

        • Tony Grannell

          Never had a whisky sour but I'll go for it, as for the cigar, now you're talking.

        • Poetic Licence

          Lovely write, all ready to write the next masterpiece and the mind goes blank, enjoyed the read

          • Tony Grannell

            Like the biggest fish that got away or did it ever exist? Always a pleasure when you drop by and you are always welcome

            Kind regards,

            Tony.

            • Poetic Licence

              You are very welcome

            • Tristan Robert Lange

              Absolutely brilliant. I was bracing for daggers and lust...then bam! Hit with a nostril twist worthy of the Bard himself. A perfect sonnet of sabotage, Tony. You got me good on this one, my friend. 🌹👏 As for the title: Me too! 🤣

              • Tony Grannell

                O yes, Tristan, plenty of daggers and lust, the more blood the better the poem and of course a large portion of sex. Must keep the troops happy.
                Great to hear from you again and thank you ever so much for your lovely response.

                Fond regards,

                Tony.

                • Tristan Robert Lange

                  Indeed! You are most welcome, my friend!

                • Teddy.15

                  lol genius 🤣 hilarious with a wonderful humour composed into a really brilliant piece of poetry. 💚 lol

                  • Tony Grannell

                    Lovely to hear from you, Teddy and that you enjoyed this one finds me on a high. Thank you so very much.

                    Do take care now,

                    Tony.

                  • Tony36

                    Excellent write

                    • Tony Grannell

                      Thank you very much, Tony, kind of you indeed.

                      All the best,

                      Tony.

                      • Tony36

                        You're welcome

                      • Doggerel Dave

                        😆Ah now that's a poem on poetry I can relate to and even fave. A real ripper (Aust colloq.)
                        Evokes an image of me old mate in floppy velvet hat, rose under nose, purple pants prancing around with "I wanna be a poet"

                        • Tony Grannell

                          Hello Dave,

                          A real ripper by Jove, well, what more can an old bard ask for.

                          Yourself, ripping away, I trust.

                          Tony.

                          • Doggerel Dave

                            I wouldn't trust anything I couldn't see and touch, but probably not even then......

                            Regards,

                          • MatPie

                            Loved this, beautiful set of words and made me laugh at the end!



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