Marie The Poet Poem by Marie Causey

After She Made It to the News papers life was never same again
people recognised her as a POET, it became a blooming pain
In Tesco everyone would look, in the chemist they would wink
Being a famous Poet was harder than anyone would think

She tried to solved her problem when in a red wig she would walk
doesn't she look like Marie the poet everyone would squawk
In the end she stayed in doors forever, became an old recluse
Passers by would walk by saying That's The Poet Marie's house