Could I write of matters that boil the blood
Like a Man of talent surely could;
I'd trash the Government with Caustic Wit;
That House of Cards where Jokers sit.
To Warring Tyrants with Threats to shout;
They're a Pain in the Side - or there about.
And the constant Rain forever seen;
Being not Gene Kelly I'll Vent my Spleen.
To the daily Strife between Man and Wife;
Variations therein that form their life.
The Public transport Shoddy and Late;
With the secret Smokers that often Grate.
The Temperance Man to the Drinking growd;
One being Dull and the other quite Loud.
But not every Rhyme will be Doom and Gloom;
I'm sure for Mirth I will find some room;
Those Oddities of life that make One smile;
And Written I'm sure in a Whimsical Style.
As the Children will laugh to see much Fun;
In a Man of years whose Heart is young.
For the Nursery Rhymes will have a Twist;
So Mother Goose will not be Missed.
For the World at large will Read my Brain;
On the many Mad and the few that's Sane.
All Matters I'd touch to please or Trash -
If I could Pen fine Verse like Ogden Nash.
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Author:
Kevin Hulme (Pseudonym) (
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Comments3
Wonderfully written in good rhyme and meter it tells its tale well and is easily identifiable by any poet. Well done
As always: Thank you for Reading.
You are most welcome Kevin
A most enjoyable read, Kevin🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you.
Welcome.
That is a piece on poetry/verse I can relate to. Seems I've missed out on you for a while. Time Zones and all. Truly sorrowful
I always tell the Ladies they've Missed out on me. Thanks for Reading.
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