Why I'm not a poet by Jane Clamp

I thought I’d be a writer,

It seemed the perfect fit.

I have ideas, a laptop

And a smashing place to sit.

I thought I’d be a writer,

I have just what it takes:

A love of words and, most of all,

A love of coffee breaks.

My friends say I am mouthy,

Or they do when they’re polite.

What better way to spend my day

Than “speaking” as I write?

I’m going to be a writer,

I’ve adjusted all my clothes,

Adding in the pockets

Where a book for sale goes.

I’m going to be a writer,

I’m doing a writery dance: 

I dream of the day when bills to pay

Come out of my advance.

In thinking I’m a writer

I wrote an awful lot

But when I read it back again,

I found I’d lost the plot.

I’m going to be a writer

But the world will have to wait

I’ve only just got in from work

And it’s ages since I ate.

Jane Clamp is Groups' Coordinator for ACW and writes for radio. She is finishing her second novel whilst spending most of her time up a ladder decorating.