I got a banjo
but I just don’t play it
and the people
they love me for that;
then one day
I opened up the case,
grabbed my banjo
and strummed it’s face
and the people
they didn’t like that;
they cut my strings
with a pair of pliers,
said they didn’t
but they’re all liars,
and the people
they were not bothered.
I got a banjo
I do not play it
because the people
snipped my strings.
(Please do try singing to your local cows, horses, goats, pigs, llamas, etceteras, etc.)
I sing to the cows,
they don’t mock me, and say,
“Have you ever tried rhyming,
or miming away’;
then they thank me for singing,
‘Please have a nice day,ay,ay.’
And I say,
‘How now, brown cow,
how are you today?
You munch on the grass,
time does pass,
and then you’ll move away.
How now, black and white cow,
how are things with you?
Is it a day
for sitting down,
there on the morning dew?
I sing to the cows,
they don’t mock me, and say,
“Have you ever tried rhyming,
or miming away’;
then they thank me for singing,
‘Please have a nice day,ay,ay.’
There’s, a, seagull on me head,
and a pasty in me bed,
and I can’t remember what I did,
or said, last night –
and nothing seems to be, quite right.
There’s an anchor on the wall,
and a lobster in the hall,
and I can’t remember where I was,
or who with, last night –
and nothing seems to be, quite right.
I’ve a lifeboat in me drive,
and me oilskins number five,
and I can’t remember how I got them;
it must have been a night, last night –
and nothing seems to be, quite right.
The boat upon my lawn,
seems lonely and forlorn,
and I can’t remember if it’s mine,
it seems to have a Falmouth number
It must have been such a night, last night –
and nothing seems to be,
in any way,
quite right.
I almost bought a plastic fish tank, yesterday;
for my plastic fish;
but, the cost of the pump
and the filtering thing,
along with the gravel and the sunken wreck,
made me think, ‘Oh, what the heck!’
And so I didn’t
Intro Am F C G
Am F
Now listen here my friend
C G
to these words I have to say;
Am. F
and let us not pretend
C. G
that the truth will go away.
Dm
I am here,
Am
and here I’ll stay;
C G
in Cornwall, ‘til the end.
Am. F
I don’t know why the family went away;
C
but, now I’m back,
G
I am here
Am
in Cornwall,
F C G
for forever, and a day.
Am F
I don’t know why the family went away;
C
but, now I’m back, I am here,
G
and I am here to stay…
Am
in Cornwall, in Cornwall…
F C G
for forever, and a day.
Dm
I am here,
Am
and here I’ll stay;
C G
in Cornwall, ‘til the end.
See the Photograph and Poem here!
I took a photo
to write a poem
I left a blue space
in the top right corner;
but, sadly, my poem
has made the picture worse,
not the picture better,
so please excuse my verse.
©️graemesandford.com
I am in a spiral,
my latest poem is going viral,
it has reached three,
maybe four,
people,
in the two hours since I posted it –
people must love poems about gulls
and, now, I must be off to write some more
poems of gulls upon a Cornish shore.
