Occupational Hazard by Sophie Hannah

He has slept with accountants and brokers,
With a cowgirl (well, someone from Healds).
He has slept with non-smokers and smokers
In commercial and cultural fields.

He has slept with book-keepers, book-binders,
Slept with auditors, florists, PAs
Child psychologists, even child minders,
With directors of firms and of plays.

He has slept with the stupid and clever.
He has slept with the rich and the poor
But he sadly admits that he’s never
Slept with a poet before.

Real poets are rare, he confesses,
While it’s easy to find a cashier.
So I give him some poets’ addresses
And consider a change of career.

It is funny how the poet responds to the guy she meets in the pub when he said he has never slept with a poet. Obviously, the poet does not want to entertain the guy and just diverts him with some poets’ addresses. She makes a humorous remark that she seriously thinks about changing her career as a poet to get away from the guy who poses an occupational hazard to the poet.