Being a poet and not knowing it means that sometimes poetry pops into your head when you least expect it. Those are the best moments of genius and you should strike while the creativity iron is hot.
There once was a girl called Emma.
She found herself in a dilemma.
Legal work’s poo,
But what else to do,
Self storage – that’s it! Forever!
There once was a boy called John.
Self storage, for him, was the one.
He had a good nosey,
Decided on Knowsley,
And now his site’s second to none!
Thanks for reading!