That evening at the local lady's house,
after the meal when the dancing began,
you seemed to float above the dusty ground
lifted by rum and the feeling you can
do anything you want. Nothing should douse
modern young women's faith in themselves.
So, swaying to the music you soon found
local lads keen enough to juxtapose pelves.
Although too old, I wished I were your spouse;
widowed, past grief, I need someone for wife
but since out there young men and good abound,
surely you'll have a fulfilling married life.
Which is poems of modern ideas in traditional poetry forms, rhyming poems and rhythmic poems plus some less proper items, jokes, epigrams, etc.
Sunday, 24 March 2013
Saturday, 16 March 2013
Advice to our young men
Go fight our enemies, all my sons.
Your victories will glorify you.
And if you die, it is but once
and paradise virgins satisfy you.
Go seek your fame in foreign parts.
Families will immortalise you.
Kiss goodbye to beautiful sweethearts.
We old men will deputise you.
Wednesday, 13 March 2013
Too mean (but also too loud)
I shuffled into a gap among the crowd
as the band was tuning up after the break.
A guy approached speaking as he came near
but the music from the band was then so loud
it was impossible for me to hear
exactly what he said. I had to shake
my head in ignorance. He pointed at my wrist.
Of course. "About a quarter to ten." I showed
him my watch. "No." he bellowed in my ear.
"Not that. It seems you haven't got the gist.
Have you got a stamp?" I thought How queer !
Why does he want to post a letter here?
But then he explained . "The band's called 'Jake'.
They've come from Norway. We have to make
a charge. I'll stamp your hand when I take
your money." But that was his not my idea.
Paying an entrance fee wasn't funny.
"Norway? No way. If it's not a free gig,
I'll leave." I said.
And did.
as the band was tuning up after the break.
A guy approached speaking as he came near
but the music from the band was then so loud
it was impossible for me to hear
exactly what he said. I had to shake
my head in ignorance. He pointed at my wrist.
Of course. "About a quarter to ten." I showed
him my watch. "No." he bellowed in my ear.
"Not that. It seems you haven't got the gist.
Have you got a stamp?" I thought How queer !
Why does he want to post a letter here?
But then he explained . "The band's called 'Jake'.
They've come from Norway. We have to make
a charge. I'll stamp your hand when I take
your money." But that was his not my idea.
Paying an entrance fee wasn't funny.
"Norway? No way. If it's not a free gig,
I'll leave." I said.
And did.
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