Poemhunter.com
has for some reason
began to stalk me!

First thing every day
is Meteo France with
liney or dotty rain.

Next up is trip advisor
reminding me that I need
to take another holiday

Ryan Air just offered me a
cheap flight to Cork, the last
place on earth I want to visit.

Then it is Facebook, asking
me if I know the person who
is not looking for me.

Poem-hunter is my bete noire.
I am amazed at the necks, like
jockeys bollixes, of some poets.