This morning in the shower I wrote a poem about being a linguist. I am not a linguist, but this is what would happen if I were one.
If I were a linguist
who uses her tongue freely,
I would be cunning and write a poem about
driving a lexis
and wearing a diphthong.
There’d be something in there about synnning
and taxes and that’s why
I’d be awkward and have no friends
if I were a linguist,
so I wouldn’t be much different from who I am now,
if I were a linguist.