Friday, 2 October 2015
Poetry for the End of the World
Well after a serious post to show that I can be serious and nod in a knowing way at matters of great importance appears to have gone down like a lead balloon. Has anyone ever made a lead balloon to prove this saying one way or the other . . . I suspect not, although that is something of a distraction from the point I am trying to make.
Yes Exactly. . . . Yes after my serious attempt to be serious I have decided to return to the moderate safety of the safe ground of poetry. I mean everyone loves poetry don’t they, Youtube is full of poets quoting Wordsworth and Byron and the like making a small fortune from advertising because there are millions of teenagers flocking to their sites in order to hear the words of (or in my case read the words) of us Poets as we ponder things like flowers, love, tigers, and all sorts (not the sweets). . . . . .So I have just written a poem about the End of the World to cheer you up . . . . . . . . AH DAMN.
It was a bit of surprise when a young lad pressed the button to launch the Atomic Bomb
He was only six and all his mates all knew him by the simple name of Tom
Well as you can guess he was a little upset, and when folk then asked him Why
All he said was, “it was big and shiny and very red and I didn’t know everyone was going to Die”
So to cheer him up someone went out and got him ice cream and a big slice of Cake
But everything was radioactive so that was rather a big Mistake
So now all that is left is little old me writing quietly my poetry
And a huge steam powered Matilda dressed as a witch shouting Trick or Treat and a very small Mutant Vampire Bee.
And a Shark
Glow in the Dark