Friday, 16 October 2015
Poetry for Cowboys (No not dodgy builders, but the folk on horses)
Yes we all know every western ended
with them riding into the sunset
Anyone who is old and Knackered, or so I have been told by old and Knackered folk will remember Sunday Afternoons in the old days when there was little to do except watch an old Western on the tele which ninety percent of the time was in Black and White. And although no one knew it at the time was almost certainly Politically Incorrect. I do wonder sometimes if the modern trend towards an obsession to political correctness is hiding some dark paranoia that society would rather not confront and so to avoid it, all references are hidden away and society can pretend all is well.
Still I am drifting from the point of those Lazy Sunday Afternoons from the past. So in order to rekindle the old lost memories of those old Knackered folk I have written a little poem about one of those westerns. . . (well when I say one, I mean one-ish).
Everyone loves watching a film on a lazy Sunday Afternoon
Like that classic old one with John Wayne and Ginger Rogers which I think is called High Noon
Where Professor Frankenstein makes a monster and goes completely loony and Insane
After listening to Gene Kelly dancing and Singing in the Rain
And Michael Caine peers down at Gary Cooper lying on the Ground
And says Well are you feeling Lucky Punk and Gary Cooper hesitates a bit, but makes no Sound
While Martian Alien Machines invade the OK Corral chasing an unnamed man with a Fistful of Dollars
But then they (the Martians) all fall and die, a result of the germs from several cowboys grubby Collars
But I really like the bit at the end where The Lone Ranger looks up into the Sky
And says is it a bird, is it a plane. . .NO. . . it’s a man with the head of a FLY??????
And the Deadwood stagecoach vanishes into the sunset
And everyone waves the hero
A fond Goodbye.