Whilst looking through my poems with a view to recording some of them for Tiktok, I came across the below, which is reproduced here. This poem does not currently appear in any of my published works.

 

To listen to the below poem (and other of my poems on Tiktok), please visit https://www.tiktok.com/@kevinmorrispoet

 

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Some thought his poetry meant this

And others that.

He wore a hat

Sometimes,

And often, (being lost in rhymes)

Went out with no raincoat.

 

He had no moat

And little private wealth.

The reader sighs

Trying to categorise

The poet’s view.

Some declare he was a Tory of the deepest blue,

(While others protest this was not true)!

A few saw a man of the left,

But found themselves bereft

On finding verse which, they say,

Romanticised the nobility of yesterday.

 

Perhaps the poet smiles somewhere,

Or, perchance he doesn’t care.

For who knows

Where the rhymer goes

When his ink runs dry

And his words finally die.