entitled grunt
which is
the first poem
by the first poet:
grunt
how do we know he was a poet
saywell he say so
but think about how
it happened
one day Grunt
for that was his name
listened
to himself saying grunt
and thought
that’s quite a nice sound
if I say it carefully
it’s got a sorta music to it
so he spent the rest of the day
giving it a swing
and a ring
and a dingadingding
his First Lady
(Laura)
liked it and smiled
and said
Grunty dear
although as a man
you’re gorilla-dust and
although you still walk like a bush
that’s music to my big ears
poets sure know
how to please a girl
and she gave him a big wet lippy kiss
the rest is pre-history