Please don't accuse me
Of poetic heresy
Or throw in that old chestnut
Of plain old jealousy.
I'm still quite new to this poetry lark
That's my excuse for being in the dark
Confession time...
I've never read a Seamus Heaney
Was always more interested
In Kenny Beaney.
Poetry in motion was on the football field
The written stuff for the well heeled.
Sorry Seamus, even though you're dead
All your books are still unread.
Nothing personal you understand
Just had my fill of you being to hand.
I realise people like to read
Stuff that's not their own
But when it's you again
I want to groan.
Almost three months
Since you've been brown bread
Time to write your own
And put Seamus to bed.
Dulwich Poet 9th November 2013
( I go to some poetry meetings where you can read other poetry, as well as your own. Seamus Heaney has been popular, with 'tribute' readings, since he died. In case you're wondering...Kenny Beaney is a non-league footballer, who played for Dulwich Hamlet earlier in his career.)
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