I’ve got a confession to make. I occasionally write poetry. I mean, very occasionally. And not to a particularly high standard. But there’s something therapeutic about the process nonetheless.
I rarely share my poems with anyone. But here’s something I knocked together back in 2004. Let me know what you think, by tweeting me: I’m @martgro.
Rules of Attraction
by Martin Grocock, 2004
People ask -
Nudge nudge, wink wink
Am I really just her mate?
She extinguishes the things they think -
Doesn’t let them contemplate.Yet it’s rare, for me, when things just click -
When things just feel so right.
But she is free to take her pick -
And it’s not my lucky night.She wants a ‘bad boy’, so I’ve heard -
Rugged looks and good in bed,
But won’t he be off with the next fit bird
The moment she turns her head?So what have I got going for me?
To be honest, not a lot -
Thinning hair, can’t-be-arsed stubble -
I admit I’m not too hot.But what makes people fall in love,
What makes a frozen heart crack?
Divine power from up above -
Or ‘blind date’ with Cilla Black?