‘It is a mistake to think
that you can cut a frozen pineapple.’
You’d need the strength
of twenty hunks,
and arms that are built
like the strongest tree trunks;
a spirit that can’t be swayed,
nerves of steel;
and a fisherman’s creel
(just in case).
But, who has all these attributes?
When a can of chunks
is all you need.
He was so small when we got him;
but, goodness, look at him now!
He barely fits into the room;
and he’s created a shadow
that’s become a gloom –
goodness, look at him now!
is all I need;
apart from the bare necessities of life
(and you can sing that song, if you wish).
finches, starlings, the humble wren;
redbreast, blackbird, sparrow, then…
they sing again.
Beddington Doddy was a textbook corpse.
Cold, clammy and totally without feeling.
He had no friends, to speak of;
and little in the way of small talk –
which may have been the cause of his lacking any buddies.
Nobody called him Al,
nobody took him to task,
because Beddington Doddy
was just a dead body;
but, only just.
don’t come easy
and that I wrote,
as if by rote.
But, sometimes, they do
Words are my trade;
by me, they are made
to turn cartwheels
and work hard for their keep;
they sleep little,
working long hours,
until, one by one,
they are moulded into shape.
Gape at my words,
and, gazing upon them,
escape from your reality
‘Bardly Writ’ My Shakespearean trilogy (in one part) is actually available as an e-book! There is a link over there to the right – no, over there… that’s it. That’s if you want to fork out the princely sum of £1.99.
If you perchance purchase…
If you could feedback on Lulu.com after having read it I would be muchly appreciative. Thank you. G:)
“Shakespeare! Here, today!”
Is what I’d really love to say,
But, sadly, there’s not a lot
of Him about.
And, yes, I gave Him a capital H;
why shouldn’t I?
He’s a playwright of the age;
of whichever age you are He is;
and this I write because of that
(and that I wrote because of this).
To be truthful,
I take all chances
to write of Him
and praise His glory to the skies.
Shakespeare, Poet, Bard, arise.
PS Shakespeare was a Taurean,
just like me,
we have lots in common,
as I’m sure He’d undoubtedly agree.