A Serious Poet

he'll tell you he's a poet
his aura deathly, dour
makes sure you know he's published
ellucidates for hours

oft to proffer words like "quince"
discombobulated twilight?
a slow raising of one eyebrow
is pretty much his highlight

proudly ponders over pointless prose
lovingly fingers over his text
horn-rimmed specs perched on his nose
you may guess what's coming next?

as i scan the room searching for some clue?
is there something that i've missed?
please...save it for your diary
or your psychotherapist!

likes to tell me i'm dumbing down
my words plucked from the shallows
so maybe i should raise my game?
string something from the gallows

so if you e're happen across this chap
and wonder of his cause
just remember when he's done his set
he doesn't do applause!