Tuesday, 19 April 2016
Poetry for Poetry
Everyone loves a proper poem
Where love and hate mingle among the trees
And profound thoughts twist and turn
And skip and dance in the breeze
Grown men pondering every sentence and each pause
Agonising as poets like to do, the words of every verse
As they wonder what Shakespeare would have done
With three mad old witches and a curse
And as I say "three mad old witches that’s so Easy"
These great poets look upon me with great distain
As I shout "eye of newt and leg of frog"
But they insist I’m a silly chap and totally insane