Poetic Licence Poem by Stevie Taite

Poetic licence 

 I use my poetic licence a lot
Its a vital piece of ID
Border control won't let me cross
They'd stop me being as free

Its dog eared now beyond repair
And if it falls to bits
I'll order me another
For all language's misfits

I use it so much when I jiggle my words
Ought to get it laminated
Cover my back when the words don't quite fit
In the stanza I've created

The poem police are out there you know
In search of a dodgy poet
Always carry it in your head
In case you have to show it!

If you are  so daring
 That you'd use a word like orange....
Some would get a nervous twitch
I get a nervous twinge!

A few words, they just cant be rhymed
No matter if you're smart
So write in prose
And prosper in this slightly different art.