Summertime

It’s summertime the poet’s time

Its daffodils and shit

Everyone’s on the circuit

They’re champing at the bit

They’re bidding to be

The best the British Isles

Has ever seen

The poet laureate that Duffy

Could only ever dream

Latitude’s the one you want

Don’t forget The Fringe

And there’s always YouTube

For your poetic binge

There’s rhymes half-rhymes and similes

To satisfy your needs

With accents like mine

Grammar Nazis are always pleased

I’m afraid that I don’t like to rhyme

Off of the page

But I’m not one to say no

I’m rhyme’s Nicolas Cage

I might be getting older

But I’m still concerned with rage

So give me a bloody booking

I’m sure to own the stage