The A to Zeds,
that were in my heads,
were all written
with little thought.
I ought to have seen
that they lacked for nought;
like the finest wine
from the vineyard bought(
or the rarest word
so fanatically sought;
but, they just wrote themselves
with the words from my brainial shelves,
so that what you got
was not a lot.
Zodiax?!
It’s not a word
that I have ever seen
spelt like that;
however, I can work out
what
it relates to.
And, I have heard,
that of the twelve signs,
we are all one or another one.
I’m a Stradivarius,
what are you?
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You have not seen anything yet,
as I’m sure it is supposed to be;
and, therefore, you are either blind from birth,
or dramatically grammatically challenged.
Anyway, great song (of its time)
and from one of Canadia’s finest:
Bryan, Celine, Maple, etc.
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Xylophones, the musical sort,
are purely for begonias.
I know, that makes little sense,
but, what does, these days?
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Would that I could
write pure, unadulterated poetry;
but, it is beyond me.
Far, far, beyond;
over the hills
and far, far away;
and, also, not something
that I care to do.
But, I could…
if I wanted to,
but, I do not want
to float like a cloud,
compare thee to a bee,
or charge happily
into the valley of death,
That’s so old hat,
and I am not one for old hats,
and that’s the truth –
I have the attributes of youth—
okay, so I make stuff up,
that is my cup.
Where did you think that was going?
I write this, and I had no way of knowing.
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I would just like to mention,
that some of my words
have been used by other writers
and other poets
in ‘their’ works.
Therefore,
Would also just like to mention
them here.
My thanks must go to Alfred, Lord Tennyson
for my use of his word, ‘green’’;
to Anon for the word, ‘Gubbins’,
and to Dorothy L. Sayers
for ‘bloodline’ and ‘chivalric’.
In fact, there are only two words
in my writing
that I can lay claim to –
and one of those is ‘Badriomaku’.
Under African skies…
under the doctor…
Under milk wood…
Underground, overground…
Under certain circumstances
any of the above
would probably be useful;
but, not in this one.
I shall choose the opening phrase
of this work of some delicacy,
to set the scene for what follows –
if I didn’t,
what sort of fool would you take me for?
.
PS I missed Underfloor heating.
It has four legs,
and a shell for a home;;
likes eating lettuce,
loves to roam;
goes very slowly,
but always gets there;
once had a race,
with a runner-up hare.
That story taught us
a lesson in patience.
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Some do say,
or might say,
that night follows day;
but, in my honest opinion,
they are not right –
for day, indubitably,
follows night.
Some might say,
or do say,
that
I
am not quite right
either.
I can neither deny
nor confirm if this is false or true –
I’ll leave the decision up to you.
Really?!
Are you sure?
I ask you,
in amazement,
are you absolutely,
totally,
beyond any reasonable doubt,
sure?
Yes?
Oh, well that’s okay then.
Sorry to doubt you
in the first place;
and let me just wipe any remnant
of disbelief from off of my face.
There, that looks better, doesn’t it?
It doesn’t?
Are you sure?
You are?
Really?!
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