This is one of the poems from my recent NaPoWriMo experiment. I hope you enjoy it.
I don’t want to talk to people
they seem so much more legitimate than me
my legs don’t sit nicely when I cross them
because of my massive thighs
I ate luke-warm, oily Bolognese
scoffed it down before heading
into this room full of arty types
The book I brought to write in is massive
it takes up too much room
it’s not spiral bound
but it does have a shiny pink metallic cover
and was a present from my Kris Kringle at work
colour and writing, my two obvious features
I’ve only got four business cards with me
which seems like an oversight now
I have hundreds at home, where they’re of no use
Take a deep breath. It will be fine.
Stick out your hand and introduce yourself.