Advice to PoetsBe patient with the one that calls
when brick by brick you've built your walls.
His muscles may has gone to waste
but he still has exquisite taste.
Although not fit to clear hard ground,
he'll shift your furniture around
and lisp while lounging in the shade
of the strong structure you have made:
"Those flowers and curtains clash, my dear,
and you don't need that lamp in here."
Mistrust the military style
Endure the analytic mind,
© Brian Fewster,
Published in Poetry Nottingham 52/4, Winter 1998