I said I’d tell a poem
To this august crowd,
Then I had to find one,
And say it right out loud.
Would it be by Shakespeare,
Milton, Poe or Keats.
It had to by someone
To keep you in your seats.
Words of yellow daffodils,
Or maybe love or war,
Of youth or age or beauty;
I hope I’m not a bore.
The modern type of poem?
That doesn’t ever rhyme.
That seems to go on for ever,
With no punctuation or break for breath or sense of rhythm but drones on in a monotonous way that is only understandable in the strange mind of the author.
But no, you’re stuck with this one,
Not a massive work of art.
But it’s good enough for you lot!
So with that, I’ll now depart.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: May 27th, 2024 00:49
- Comment from author about the poem: I wrote this some time ago and thought |I would give you a bit of a laugh on this Bank Holiday. I performed this to an audience. The Morecombe and Wise sketch is priceless.
- Category: Humor
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Comments5
Gives me MORE than a bit, Andy.
Do banks have holidays? No wonder the country's going to rack and ruin...
Thanks Dave.
Yes they do have holidays and I have been having them, as do banks, all my life. LOL
Andy
🤣 happy bank holiday 🌹
Thank you Teddy.
Andy
Good write Gold. lol.
Thanks Orchi,
Humor like music is essential for one's health and well being. Thank you for the smiles Andy
It certainly is soren, laughter is a great healer.
Andy
Well, a nice poem and a funny bit.
Sort of cheers up everyone. Well done. - Phil A.
Thank you Phil, much appreciated.
Andy
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