Thrice No, No And No Poem by Andy Brookes

Anyone that says I'm a poet, they're a liar.
I am an observer of life, a fly on the wall
an ant in the sugar, a candid camera,
no doer of deeds but a silent wall flower.

A writer of trifles and whimsies,
constructions of air soon forgotten.
ephemeral airy thoughts, umbrageous,
tales gossamer fine, caught spiders webs.

the watcher in the woods.
sometime purveyor of dreams
a lighter of paths, an illuminator
the seeker looking for truths.

a melodic minstrel medieval wastrel,
watching the world go by in slow motion
in panoramic video-scopic three D technicolor,
sometime hurdy-gurdy man, a capering aping cavalier.

snip snap photo bomber, a hijacker of tales,
a teller of stole along stories, some true,
some from imaginations store, melodramatic.
so, if anyone says I'm a poet they're a liar.