An ode to the Poet Laureate.
Beside my bed lies Andrew Motion
Underneath the baby lotion.
I reach to him for consolation
Taking joy from his narration
When sleep eludes and dreams won't come
I turn to him when I am numb.
His soothing words are such a potion.
Beside my bed lies Andrew Motion.
Joy Leggett © 2000
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