Not only is this poem self referential
It’s also over forty minutes late.
I’m not asleep yet which is providential,
Or I’d have two tomorrow, which I’d hate.
I hope that nobody has had to wait
To read this poem – please don’t make a scene
It may stay in an incompleted state
Just like Spenser’s great work The Faerie Queene
Which is the only place these stanzas have been seen.
I don’t know if that’s true. There may be more.
Perhaps all Spenser’s poems were like this
It’s not a form that I have seen before,
Nor is it one that fills me up with bliss,
I feel that I am now taking the piss:
I shouldn’t let this poem go to waste
Oh well, at least the rhymes are not amiss.
I’ve typed this out exhausted and in haste.
It’s not quite 1 am: against the clock I’ve raced.
Tom Juniper Poetry 