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Showing posts with label humour. Show all posts
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Saturday, September 25, 2010
Midnight poetry symposium
Poets will go on and on
They have the stamina to fight
After all the rest have gone
Some praise Chaucer, some praise Donne
Living rivals are heaped with spite
Poets will go on and on
Being brief is seldom done
They drone their woes into the night
After all the rest have gone
"Publishing is one big con
The money making grip's too tight"
Poets will go on and on
Booker, Costa, Orange won,
For novelists the future's bright
After all the rest have gone
They argue over who should write
They have the stamina to fight
Poets will go on and on
After all the rest have gone
25/9/10
They have the stamina to fight
After all the rest have gone
Some praise Chaucer, some praise Donne
Living rivals are heaped with spite
Poets will go on and on
Being brief is seldom done
They drone their woes into the night
After all the rest have gone
"Publishing is one big con
The money making grip's too tight"
Poets will go on and on
Booker, Costa, Orange won,
For novelists the future's bright
After all the rest have gone
They argue over who should write
They have the stamina to fight
Poets will go on and on
After all the rest have gone
25/9/10
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Breakfast of champions
Cooper's marmalade's
True Oxford - posher, thicker,
And slightly bitter
10/8/10
True Oxford - posher, thicker,
And slightly bitter
10/8/10
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Punk proverb
John Cooper Clarke said
That a friend in need
Was a friend in debt
30 March 2010
That a friend in need
Was a friend in debt
30 March 2010
Thursday, April 09, 2009
Poets don't jog
Poets don't jog
You don't hear their footsteps coming from out of the morning fog
Not for them the red-faced gasping staggering slog
Poets don't jog
They'll still be in bed at midday sleeping like a log
Or face down on the sofa among the empties snoring like a hog
Poets don't jog
They're blearily looking through the kitchen for breakfast stuff to make their arteries clog
Or holding wine bottles up to the light in search of dregs so they can have the hair of the dog
Poets don't jog
You don't hear their footsteps coming from out of the morning fog
Not for them the red-faced gasping staggering slog
Poets don't jog
They'll still be in bed at midday sleeping like a log
Or face down on the sofa among the empties snoring like a hog
Poets don't jog
They're blearily looking through the kitchen for breakfast stuff to make their arteries clog
Or holding wine bottles up to the light in search of dregs so they can have the hair of the dog
Poets don't jog
Labels:
humour,
light verse
Tuesday, November 22, 2005
A few words (public meeting)
First I must recall
That it was 30 years ago ...
Then I must thank Mr Lewis, here,
Without whose help ...
And all the members of the committee
Who have worked so hard, so hard
And now, before we start,
I ask you all to welcome
A most distinguished guest
Who I'm sure you all will know
"First I must recall ... "
That it was 30 years ago ...
Then I must thank Mr Lewis, here,
Without whose help ...
And all the members of the committee
Who have worked so hard, so hard
And now, before we start,
I ask you all to welcome
A most distinguished guest
Who I'm sure you all will know
"First I must recall ... "
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Ars Poetica: Horace got back
The glory of Horace will never pass:
His elegant poetica, his incomparable ars.
His elegant poetica, his incomparable ars.
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Very short job interview
"So we're looking for
a self-starter-" "I thought
it said 'fire starter'".
a self-starter-" "I thought
it said 'fire starter'".
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