The Person From Porlock

The person from Porlock Phoned three times on Saturday E-mailed twice on Sunday Desperately knocked on Monday I am never at home to persons from Porlock who call. Look! He’s bypassed the burglar alarm! He’s clearing his throat. He’s wanting to bend my ear, To twist my arm. I’ll wager it’s double glazing or changing to British Gas Or the Church of Latter Day Saints…or he’s wanting to cut the grass Tarmac the loo or collect for dysfunctional dogs Or he’s bearing a huge petition to save Britain’s wetlands and bogs. Rats! He’s done it! He’s conned himself on to my page That drowner of dreams in a bucket, de-railer of poems unpenned There’s always a person from Porlock who’ll get you in the end.