Honour and Glory

Here I am basking in the honour and glory 
For my poems you have given to me
But there is something in the back 
Of my mind tickling, you see

That is, if a tree had to fall in the forest
And no one was there would it make a sound
See this is the thing at the back 
Of my mind that I found

I cannot accept the honour and the glory
For it would not have been if not for you
I would like to share these honours
With all those at poetry soup too

And because if you have noticed
I have no choice
As you can hear from my 
High pitched muffed voice

You see he has my right arm
In an arm lock
And in my mouth 
A smelly old sock

It’s my imaginary friend Glen
His not happy with me
For his the one that 
Really writes all my poetry

So we would like to say from my 
Imaginary friend Glen and me, to you
For the Honours and glory
A big THANK YOU
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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