In the land of Yenom
all was topsy-turvey;
the Slemacs and the Snobbigs
ate potatoes for the scurvy;
the hurdy-gurdy salesman
couldn’t carry off a tume;
but the little six of Sdnomaids
sang sweetly to the Noom.
I’m Not Shakespeare – a song (W.I.P.)
I’m not Shakespeare
But, I’m the closest thing you’ve got;
My name’s not William
but I write an awful lot
just like he did
when he was alive;
I’m not Shakespeare
and my latest work
is Veronese Gentlemen 5.
My stick stock
has been depleted;
Napoleon was defeated –
where did he keep his armies?
Answer: up his sleevies.
“Groan.”
I was drowning when I wrote this,
please excuse me if the words are blurred…
I was there at Bosworth Field
when I waved ‘goodbye’ to Richard the Third.
I was lonely as a cloud
approached me and it asked the way;
I didn’t know where I was,
so I sent him off to Carbis Bay.
Off to the island,
an adventure to find;
a voyage by boat;
we love when we float;
(we think)
we wouldn’t like it
if we were to sink.
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Tagged #Adventure, #Island, #Looe, #poetry. #poem, #StGeorgesIsland, Cornwall, Kernow
On any given Sunday
(for they are truly ‘given’)
you can find a person
(not a parson – they will be in a church)
in the garden;
or, if they are not there,
then they shall be found somewhere else.
I can say no more than this,
as even saying this
has stretched my resources
to near breaking.
PS this is not a poem
(even if it looks like one).
Who am I
to spoil
the sanctity
of the unblemished page?
Why, I am the writer…
… of course.
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