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: December 28th, 2025 02:23
- Comment from author about the poem: Just a bit of fun, the 'Ernie' refers to Ernie Wise.
- Category: Humor
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Comments5
Oh lol, good write Gold.
Thanks Orchi.
Led down the line by the story and rhyme I arrived at the end too soon my friend. A fun read it pulled me in and along and you were right It was this one I read.
Thank you for your kind words soren, much appreciated.
Andy
As always Andy you are most welcome
I miss the humour of the 80's 90's even comedians have to be diplomatic and censored these days. I remember being around comedians in London and now the only clown allowed and accepted is Trump. 🌹 You brought me some fond memories my dear Andy
So do I, humour just is not the same in these days of social piety, people just do noit understand what comedy is about. Thank you Teddy.
Andy
Great piece, nice flow and rhythm. Well done!
Most kind Katie, thank you.
Andy
'What do you think of it so far'? Enjoyed. Can relate to the Fourth Stanza. Well Written.
Thank you Kevin.
Andy
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