The poet laureate of Kent
by cricketjeff on January 27, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
Is penning lines to steal my heart
That which before was only lent
Is now her part
The mistress of the tragic tale
Who tears the tears from every eye
Her poetry will never fail
To make me sigh
And now she’s writing sonnets too
A sapphic ode as well by chance
What else is left for her to do?
In this life’s dance
From writer of the odd short piece
To poetess to match the best
I hope that she will never cease
To beat the rest!
I hope you like my little rhyme
Good wishes that it sends to
You know that ’til the end of time
We love you Sue.