Friday, 27 February 2009


By Robert (Poet Laureate of Slammatown)

There’s a door by the doorstep. This seems like a Clue.
There’s a hideous temptation to rhyme with ‘poo’.
The light is quite shiny – it shines like the light.
If we didn’t have darkness, we wouldn’t have night.
If we didn’t have night then we’d all go insane.
So let’s paint all the hearing aids purple again.


Anonymous said...

Roger is laughing cause your poem is shit.

Robert Laureate said...

Ah, poor Roger. He needs a cup of tea and a nice fuck off.

cath said...

Dear Roger,

If you don't like it, don't read it.