THE POET LAURENEATE; THE BEST OF THE REST

To celebrate Monday's guest - poet and comedian Tim Key, we asked you to send us your poems in order to become our Poet 'Laureneate' for the week.

Team Laverne selected Sophie Johnson for the job who'll be writing a daily poem for the show. But because we were sent a couple of corkers, we'll be publishing the best of the rest each day.

Your next offering comes from Dan McLachlan:

I know not if you will remember my name,

Or how you once launched me to radio fame

By reading on air a short rhyme that I'd written

Which drove you to grant to this listener, so smitten,

That Kaiser of prizes: two Radiohead tickets,

Like leg-straightening trousers to a model with rickets.

Well here, once again, I am prostrate before you,

Your voice a maths genius to my heart's Sudoku:

I recently parcelled a slice of my soul,

In the form of a musical disc of pure gold,

Wrapped in a cheap cardboard sleeve to disguise

The exquisite nature of what lay inside.

The glorious mewlings that I and my band

Have etched on this heavenly discus by hand

Go by the name, in their musical form,

Of 'Architects of Fire', by Pistols At Dawn.

If you, in your graceful and sumptuous way,

Could find some spare time at the end of your day

To bend your fair ears to the noise held within,

I feel sure you'd discover a likeable din,

And maybe feel tempted to drop me a line

And assure this young man he's not wasting his time.

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