Young Billy is the Bard of Buckley Oak
(not famous yet, though he has that all planned);
intense, but still a fairly cheerful bloke,
he strides the streets ‒ a notebook in his hand ‒
declaiming blank verse, couplets and the like,
composing witty rondeaux on the fly,
and sometimes shouting haiku from his bike
as he rides near a startled passer-by.
His masterwork, an epic lyric crown,
is slowly taking shape within his mind:
a sonnet-cycle, based upon his town,
until one day, to his dismay, he finds
his grand poetic bubble has been burst ‒
some pesky bloggers had the idea first.