Well, as titles go…
And it’s great to get a title that is impressive;
but, follow that with a mind re-gressive!
And, what do you then have?
Little in the way of content,
and I am never content
with that state of affairs.
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My next poem
was going to be short –
or so I thought;
but, it has a mind of its own,
And wanted to roam,
here, there, and, well,
everywhere.
Luckily, I took the reins,
and kept it to under 12 lines.
Line 10: this poem was going to be about life, the universe, and everything you can see,
Line 11: sadly, we ran out of lines.
This is a new poem…
so I need the piece of paper
that it is writ upon…
or ‘written’ upon – if you prefer.
It isn’t my best,
it isn’t my worst,
it comes somewhere in between,
it’s not my last, (I hope)
and definitely not my first
poem.
But, it does exist.
And it’s been added to my poem list…
at the bottom;
awaiting the next
to appear,
as it’s often ‘Last in,
first out!’
around here.
I saw a penguin up a tree
it was, I think, an Emporee;
it’s hard to tell quite what you’ve found
when looking up so high
from the viewpoint of the ground.
I could have been mistaken,
I often always am;
but, I’m fairly pretty certain that a penguin,
up a tree,
is a penguin in a jam.
I often aspire
To be a bird on a wire;
calling out, to those about,
warnings of floods and of fire,
and advising them
to fly elsewhere,
or higher.
As they measure horses in hands,
I have decided that I
shall measure my hands
in terms of horses.
My hands, therefore,
are 1.97 horses long,
and 1.14horses wide –
depending on the size of the horse,
of course.
Sunday awoke sullenly – then faded badly.
I wake up in bed
with a dog on my head
who wished me good morning,
and a desire to be fed,
“Hello!’ says me,
and ‘Hello!’ says Min,
and, ‘Good morning!’
‘Good morning!’
with a lick and a grin.
Which is great as a title goes;
but, what can ‘I’ write upon the subject?
Who knows?
I am no leopardopterist,
and certainly no Shakespeare;
my words are too pedantic
to compare,
if I said I was,
I should grow a long nose.
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Graeme Sandford 