Saturday 13 December 2014

Poem: World Champion


World Champion

I don’t have many talents.
Can’t draw – no musical ability.
I can time a joke okay
But don’t do funny voices or accents.

I can knead bread pretty well
And slice a fistfulful of leeks in seconds.
Give me an orange and I’ll hand you
Its peel – empty, in a tight right-handed spiral.

And, of course
Procrastination, wasting time
I’m good at that..
See, I didn’t even mention it
Til the poem was nearly over.

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