007 • Faeces, eh?
Genuine poets will sigh, coo
And swear that ‘We honestly like, ooh,
We love your new pieces;
(Your doggerel’s faeces
But Hey! It’s OK to write Haiku!)’
Personally I’ve got nothing in particular against highbrows, and in this instance they’ve got a point: 366 days of churning out three-line snippets that don’t even have to rhyme would have been a far less demanding challenge than the one I’ve embarked upon. Nevertheless I have no intention of downgrading.