I’m Poetry Dad

A permanent fixture on the poetry scene

Though ageing just a tad

48 but my material ain’t so bad at all

I’m drawing my poetry pension

But I’m still pretty cool

I’m Poetry Dad

Seems I’ve been around since 1503

I’m part of poetry’s present

And its history

I gigged with Shakespeare in days of yore

Ginsberg, Dylan, Cooper Clarke and more

A veteran of verse

Still knocking at your door

Coming back for more

I can’t be floored

Life’s one long encore

(Though my throats now gets a wee bit sore)

I’m Poetry Dad

I’ve got stickability

Despite receding hair

Rheumatism

And more limited agility

I’m a skilled practitioner in the art of literacy

Like an incorrigible elephant

I’m Mr Persistant

Always rolling and ready to rap and rant

I’m Poetry Dad

Performing on the stage is where you’re likely to find me

Though the young whippersnappers are coming up close behind me

On my coat tails

But I won’t fail

Or flail

As indestructible as Captain Scarlet

Tougher than chain mail

Through the rising tide of new spoken word and rhyme

You’ll still hear mine

A mature Cheddar cheese

A vintage wine

A priceless antique

A classic TV comedy show

Who’s my alter ego?

Still bringing in the dough

Still making them wicked words flow and flow

Forever fighting a poetic Jihad

It’s Poetry Dad

So who you gonna call

When your muse of inspiration

Meets the blues of constipation

And your pen isn’t firing at all?

Make me the first choice

I’ll help you find your voice

I’ll be the Superman to your Lois

Call me - Poetry Dad

And all you poetry boys and poetry girls

One day will grow older like me

Approach your dotage and senility

While still trying to retain street credibility

Sure as eggs are eggs that day will come

When you too will be Poetry Dads

Or Poetry Mums

But till then I’ll fly my generation’s flag

Proving I’m not just a passing fad

And I’ll still be reciting after I die

At that never ending great gig up in the sky

WHO AM I?

I’m Poetry Dad