By a million miles
Today has been the most productive
Day of my life.
Ever!
Not one, not two, not three.
Not even four or five.
Today I've written no less than
Six poems.
Yes...six.
Ess; Eye; Ex...SIX!
Why did you have to die so young
Where are you now Roy Castle
And your smoke filled trumpet
I'm a record breaker.
Well I feel I deserve
To be a record breaker.
I suppose this one makes
It number seven
Which puts me
In seventh heaven.
That's not heaven as in a gay nightclub
Under the arches at Charing Cross
Nor a fantasy island in the sky
That only exists in my head
Which is where the vast majority
Of my poetry belongs.
Dulwich Poet 27th March 2013
(This poem is true, I've never written so many in single day)
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