New Job Poem by Bardof Barnet

My life never found its rhythm
Office hours too tedious and flat
I never found time
To enjoy a good rhyme
So I'm saying goodbye to all that

My flights of fancy not Frankfurt
Deadlines left behind
And then I would guess
The only real stress
will be in the right words to find

Over sonnets I'll fly
Looking for a perceptive idea
I'll steal like a magpie
From Milton, Keats and Hardy
And lift the odd line from Shakespeare

And go digging like Seamus
Like his father I'll plough with it
Squat pen in my hand
So you'll all understand
Why from now on I'm going to be a poet