The poem I wrote about you
I didn't write one, I actually wrote two
And then there were others. I wrote quite a few
I tried to keep count but the numbers just grew
So those were the poems I wrote about you
Because I'm a poet and that's what we do
And, when they'd been written, I sent them to you
The Post Office told me that they'd all got through
Which I knew and you knew and they knew was true
Anonymous poems from someone you knew
Though you hardly cared that you didn't know who
You asked a few friends but they hadn't a clue
You got lots of poems. Mine just joined the queue
Yet such stuff was something from which you withdrew
The way that some people are frightened of flu
Or spiders or clowns or what cannibals do
You never read poems, not even haiku
Averse to all verse, your antipathy grew
Some people, they're like that, and you joined their crew
And anyhow you'd other things to pursue
Like Pernod and pretzels and trips to Peru
So, off on your travels, you bid us adieu
As they say in France, parley-voo. Entre nous
Those poems, unread and long rendered taboo
Were missed off the list of what you took with you
You'd yesterday flushed the whole lot down the loo