GW is a funny place
It’s neither there nor here
Some will spend a lifetime
Just hoping to get near

To those whose wit seems endless
Whose whimsy knows no end
Reluctant to post a stunning work –
Not daring to press ‘send’

But we’re the fools – it isn’t them
Who tremble with the Muse
It’s we you see, who shake and cringe
Which would you rather use –

The Stephen Fry or Life itself?
When all boils down to dust
It’s up to you to shake the world
Of cosmic poetic trust

When I find myself at my wits' end
And Love at her her most elusive
The Fry and me, we come to be
Not mutually exclusive

So sing with me of Love undone
And never mind the rest
Let’s get the whole thing over
We may not pass the test

But at least we’ve tried with passion
At least we’ve played with words
And if we’re not successful? Well . . .
We’re good romantic turds!