An Ode to the Month of April
April’s thirty days hath taken their toll
And I have no current desires to extol the month itself
But, I feel that I must
That I do await the coming of May
With little or no trepidation
May asks of me little or no expectation
And I have a feeling that come what may
I shall say a thank you to April
Whan that Aprille (with its showers sweet)
Hath departed into the charted past.
I know that these months are sent to last
Just four weeks or a little more
But, I have the feeling
That my poetic tour of duty
Has been left revealing once more.
Oh, April, it means nothing to me
Yet, everything to me, it is
And will soon be, everything that was.
Beige is all the rage
And puce is spruce
Your life is so colourful
That you are soaring up the charts
It’s a dun deal
And you’ll get a tan
If you stand out in the sun
A wholemeal, real deal
Oatmeal sort of person
And a blander plan
Is an also-ran.
“Jim! Jim? What became of him?”
When you have need of a rhyme
But, you don’t have the time
Use new improved ‘Rhymo!’
It’s cheaper than oven-baked Fimo
Lasts longer (and is twenty times stronger)
Than a box of popcorn at a showing of Finding Nemo;
It can be used safely by under 25s
And over 25s just the same –
It could be considered a game;
If it had a less prestigious name.
And that name is ‘Rhymo!’
Guaranteed to work every time-o
And it’s no crime-o
It’s actually quite sublime-o
“Two soups, or not Two Soups?”
It’s not hard
to love the Bard
for me now
but in times of yore
i wasn’t sure what Shakespeare was for.
MacBeth at School
saw me a fool
yesterday, today and tomorrow?
But, later, Ron
I saw, anon
the way to read and live;
and now I am the proud owner
of a desire to be like the Bard
it’s not hard…
I am incomparable.
“All the stage is a world
And all the players merely men.
(Do they know where to go – in and out?)
And, as we ‘are’ short of actors…
Just the one?
Well, ‘he’ must be adaptable.
It’s in seven parts you know.
And it’s taken me ages to write all this.
I hope this show is a winner, I do need it to at least wash its face.
What does that mean?
Well, I think that only time will tell.”
This needed a dust off and today was the day to do it. As we remember Will of Avon or as he he was known to his friends ‘Shaky Will’ – G:)
v/o Let us enter the TARDIS and return to a page in history
GRAMS: Dr Who music
Let us go back to the very start of the fifteen hundreds – fifteen-oh-nine if you want to be precise.
Part The First (or, He Was Henry the Eighth, He Was)
The miserly king, Henry the Seventh, was dead and his young and handsome son, Henry the Eighth ascended to the throne (as you can see we were going through another succession of Henry kings – similar to the French with their long line of Louis kings – if it hadn’t have been for the French revolution they’d have been up to King Louis the Soixante-Neuf by now).
The money that his father had scrimped and saved allowed the young Henry the Eighth to dabble in the old English pastime of warring with the French… or the Scottish… or both simultaneously. France at…
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