I write for the sheer joy of writing.
Should I struggle to analyse that?
Some love the fish when they’re biting.
Some love the ball and the bat.
Some love a good crossword puzzle.
Some love to go to the snow.
Some love a horse’s warm muzzle.
More than this, I do not know.
Some go for acting and miming.
Some love to lie in the sun.
I derive pleasure from rhyming.
(Hey, THIS has been pretty good fun!)

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[Stephen Whiteside’s chapbooks of poetry are available on-line from www.bookstore.bookpod.com.au]