Verse person
The modest poet is the one who writes poems
the excerpts call crap; think of the lady poet who
wrote rhyming verses and was interviewed by
Terry Wogan, who made fun of her poetry
At poetry meetings, which are not unlike AA meetings
were narcissists talk endlessly absorbed by their
navel-gazing, they said she was crap
but I tell you this
When a poet is in a loving mood
sits down to write something beautiful and caressing
In a way, he gives you, his soul.
Put it on a platter in front of you so you can prod it and feel its texture.
He has no defense against your scorn,
your derision hurts him deeply, the poem was for you.
He looks around and will find people who understand he is not trying
to change the world but tell you of the beauty of its beauty.
Finally, no one sits down with the intention of writing
a ty poem.
Categories:
wogan, abuse, anti bullying, august,
Form: Blank verse
(Sir Terry Wogan and Mason McQueen take a tasty televised trip to Devizes)
No traffic jam when Terry came
No culinary surprise
He used his loaf and found some cheese
When munching round The Vize
He and his little Mason friend
Had breakfast at The Bear
Sausage, bacon, beans an ting
No revelation there
Terry chewed the fat a bit
And did a bit of walking
A bit of pork, a bit of cake
And pudding (now you’re talking)
The flight of locks left Terry cold
He didn’t eat the quackers
Then things got quite interesting
When John got out his clackers
And hold on there is Florence
Making Olde Vizes Pie
Terry’s buds are tickled now
A stuffed fox winks an eye
So cheers for that then, Terry, mate
You put our town on telly
But next time have some lardy
And get rat ars*d in the Pelly
by Gail
(for Florence from The Black Swan
and the Unusual John Girvan)
Categories:
wogan, celebrity, community, drink, england,
Form: Rhyme