Freestyle
Love, like jazz, is something that I’ve never braved,
It’s not been in my bracket.
Never tempted, never close-shaved –
Whatever, I’m happy still to lack it.
But you demand my offbeat soul be saved,
And freed from its long-sleeved jacket –
Assuming me as crippled and enslaved,
Or thinking I just can’t hack it.
But I have all the fellowship I craved,
Without it costing a packet –
So love, like jazz, has passed me by unscathed,
In all its faff and racket.
Rhyming Couplets 