For years, not a few, and long overdue
I came to this realisation
how little I knew, in fact not a clue
of Classical Civilisation.
So out there I flew, on holiday too,
to garner familiarisation,
to study anew, a modest review
of Greece and her rise as a nation.
In a car which was blue and not very new,
but offered me mobilisation,
I stopped, it is true, for a breathtaking view
to savour my rustic collation.
The wine was a brew of dubious hue,
which said it had fermentisation.
It wasn’t a cru nor vintage I knew
but offered anaesthetisation.
With no more to do, the cork I withdrew
to satisfy liquidisation.
I drank the lot through, my mind all askew,
it banished my guilty sensation.
When thinking it through, I knew what to do;
emboldened with this revelation,
bethween me and you, I now can shay BOO
to Clathical Shiverlization.
by Charles Clive
for 'Politically Educated Free Poetry Contest'.