Harry Horsman in poesy clad
a white rose bred Yorkshire lad
A PoetrySoup stalwart many a year
always true and sincere
Categories:
yorkist, obituary,
Form: Clerihew
Yorkist poet/playwright William Congreve
got his critics a little peeved
His writing became a bit erotic
within his very fine lyric
Categories:
yorkist, people, poetry,
Form: Clerihew
Brexit Sonnet No.14
‘One Tragic Production’
Witness now this Carillion carry on;
Be it victim of its boundless chiming debt,
Or government multi-tasking gene now gone.
One tragic production awaits, our stage quite set.
A flying crown of fifty years brought low,
A treasured cat now eyeing Ireland’s shores.
Our EMA jobs and funds to Holland flow,
And no seat of comfort in Yorkist sofa stores.
So as director primes the nervous cast,
That padding beast ‘Uncertainty’ stalks the wings.
He knows his lines, for prompts he’s never asked,
But others falleth by his hand, like kings.
So slay this beast upon the Nation’s stage,
And acteth not from Brexit’s tragic page.
©Keith Murphy
Categories:
yorkist, political,
Form: Sonnet
This is possibly
a useless piece of information,
but in Yorkshire where I was born
we only have an alphabet
of twenty five letters,
as all true Yorkist will tell you
there is no ‘H’ in our dialect
which is a problem for me, ‘Harry Horsman’
So my middle name is Joe short for Joseph.
‘Told you, a useless piece of information.’
© Harry J Horsman 2012
Categories:
yorkist, funny,
Form: Free verse