‘Silence’ #SoCS @LindaGHill
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Once. when I was a young, ambitious poet,
and I was writing cutting- edge poetry,
I got the word ‘Herring-bone’ stuck in my gullet;
which was kind of weird,
as I hadn’t been writing about fish at all,
neither Hake, Cod, Mackerel or Mullet,
and definitely not Herring.
Anyway, off to B & Q I went,
not A & E (a place I did not care to frequent)
to have the word removed.
They asked ‘Can I help?’
and I said ‘hhhhhhaaaaaaaagggggghhhhh!’
which they understood immediately,
as my… admitting to being mad.
They called on the Tannoy.
‘Please could Tony Chestnut come to the checkout,
to checkout an idiot,
who needs to be chucked out.’
then repeated it in Welsh,
or Cornish, or Greek;
I couldn’t really tell,
my pulse had become week.
So, after they laughed
at the fool on the ill;
they sent me to C & A
and I would be there still
queuing at the changing rooms
for a cubicle to free,
if a kindly passing Opthalmologist
hadn’t said that he could see me.
He looked me over,
up and down,
then announced to the world,
‘He’s an idiot, a clown!’
and told me to ‘take two aspirin
and get out of this town!’
Which I did,
Eventually the word ‘Herring-bone’
came out all by its self;
and that is why, people,
many a poet
is alone on a shelf.
‘The rest is silence.’
as Hamlet, sad,
said, after having a clear-out of family,
his friends, but, mostly,
his “dad!”
(who was actually his uncle,
but I had to get that rhyme in – I had to.)
