Jan Oskar Hansen Poet Blank verse

Odd Is the Poet

Odd, is the poet

He was the odd boy in the family
in a town that doesn’t rhyme with anything.
He wrote strange words in a notebook
the teacher told him to stop this nonsense 
and learn that 2X2 makes four.
Declared he was a poet when eleven.
His mother was shocked at what happens 
to my son is turning into a Nancy boy.
He came to England where people are so correct
mowing the front lawn every Saturday in
their Sunday best, their dream was to appear
middle- class.
He came to Portugal, rented a car came to 
 the village where people said halloo and how do you do
they have a song in their hearts.
When a Faddist sings she closes her eyes, it is like
she is dreaming of her song of love and sadness,
and that is ok because he is a dreamer too and hopes
his wife will understand his jokes.

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