the very last Proper Poem

... because even I can't maintain this spoof much longer.

It seems that E J Thripps, who's been most prolific and is rather pleased with himself, now being a published poet 'n' all, could continue for a while yet, but I need to turn my attention to improper poetry once again, lest I forget how to write it.


So here, from EJT (still aged 471/2,more or less), is a final offering:

Elegy on a Country Sofa

So, farewell then, proper poetry.
Rhyme and metre make meaning neater,
But gradually I forgot
The entire poetic plot.
These days romcoms seem much sweeter
And verses just do not
Touch that inner spot.


© E J Thripps