Poetic licence
I had to boldly go today
to renew my poetic licence
I got there early and started to say
‘Is it easy or do I need some contrivance
To fill the form without your connivance
This is a PF34 designed in ‘74
Without it I will get some resistance
To writing poetry any more’
The wrinklies in the queue were restless
It is Tuesday, time for pensions I thought
Stamping like elephants in estrous
I was sure I would end up with nought.
‘The problem here is, Sonny
Is likely the spiralling cost.
You will need lots of money
so its not in the post, lost
Your licence I have to refuse
And this is my decision definitive
I have no leeway, I just cannot choose
‘Cos in Line one you split an infinitive’
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