This is the seven hundredth pome
that I have magicked into existence
and as a number,
that is utterly bonkers.
How on earth did seven hundred
collations of letter
come together in
such a consistent manner?
I swear on me mum
I have never done
such things prehence,
(This is a made up word,
I like to invent,
the English language loves it
when you jumble a load of its bits
into a bag and
then pull out a new designation,
though Scrabble is NOT a fan).
Would I ever use the word poet
to describe what I have become?
No!
For poets write poetry
and this is an oft travelled cul-de-sac
that we have established much earlier on,
I write pomes and if I was to be
any kind of oet, then I would be
a pooit.
Pooitry.
I made myself giggle again.