On the first page of a new Moleskine

I bought my first Molestkine today;

But have I anything to say

Or write upon its august pages

Home to intellects and sages

Far beyond my meagre verses

Doggerel rhymes, impotent curses

At a world that does not show

The slightest interest, or wish to know

That things that splutter from my pen;

But then, can you blame them when

Bookshops filled with new best-sellers

By Sportsmen, Cooks or Furtune Tellers

All knocked down at thre-for-two

Can out sell anything we do?

But as least this page is now complete

And I can stop - and write it out in neat!

Brian Hick 3.7.09

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