Friday Poetry Blogging

National Poetry Month is over, but your intrepid A.S.S. poetry-lovers soldier on. This week's entry has no special resonance; it's just a poem I like, because it makes me laugh. Hope you like it, too.

The Uncertainty of the Poet, by Wendy Cope
I am a poet.
I am very fond of bananas.

I am bananas.
I am very fond of a poet.

I am a poet of bananas.
I am very fond.

A fond poet of 'I am, I am'-
Very bananas.

Fond of 'Am I bananas?
Am I?'-a very poet.

Bananas of a poet!
Am I fond? Am I very?

Poet bananas! I am.
I am fond of a 'very.'

I am of very fond bananas.
Am I a poet?