To make this poem
I stitched these words together.
Some are made of cambric
And some are made of leather.
I tried to make a pattern
Pleasing to the eye
Then washed it in a babbling brook
And hung it out to dry.
But gipsies from the turnpike
Filched it off my line
To sell at Tideswell market
For a flagon of red wine.
Oh, I wondered where this poem had gone
And wished that it could be
Safe on some island faraway
In my case of
poetry.
But that spring a wainman found it
Thrown down upon the heath
Tattered and battered yet
Still in one piece – much to my relief.
Oh where have you been my bonny poem?
Speak of the things you’ve seen!
Did experience teach you anything?
Pray tell me what you mean.
Perfect, it wants putting to music.
ReplyDeleteI'll save it till I next see Rod the Rocker. I'll let you have the MP3 file.
I'll book mark this lest I forget.
PS. I'm semi illiterate but shouldn't:
DeleteAnd wished that I could be.....Be written
And wished it could be.
Only one letter wrong for me so no worries I popped it in on my own on the third reading.
Adrian - Thank you for reading this rather odd poem. I am not entirely sure how it arose. Regarding the small detail you questioned, I was picturing myself as the poet on a remote island with my "case" of poetry - safe from thieving hands. But what use are poems like that? Maybe I will write a poem about a seafarer called Adrian but your blog only hints at those days - as if they were part of somebody else's life. Sadly not many words rhyme with Adrian.
DeleteNo not many do. when I first went to school I was beaten regularly for spelling Adrian Adrain. Scarred for life I am. Silly Shite would scan in a word smiths hands.
DeleteI really liked the rhyme. You wrote it so you should know. I still prefer 'And wished that it could be'.
Ogden Nash would have had no trouble at all....
DeleteHadrian
We Were Sailing Along On Moonlight Baydrian
Swing and Sway With Sammy Kayedrian
Live To Fight Another Daydrian
Phil Harris and Alice Fayedrian
Picture of Dorian Graydrian
The Merry Month of Maydrian
Georgie Peorgie Ran Awaydrian
and so forth
How about Rhymes, crimes, at times, fresh limes, mimes???
Ho! Ho! The verbal acrobat strikes again
DeleteCrafting a poem about Captain Adrain
That old seadog who now sails the land
In his mobile home with camera in hand...
Avast me hearties! Full steam ahead!
Relish today for tomorrow we're dead!
I like your poem, by the way. Very clever and stretches the mind. Makes one think, and at my age that is a good thing. I liked the words turnpike and flagon and heath and bonny very much. I especially liked the last four lines.
ReplyDeleteI'd lost interest just before the last four lines. I hadn't the heart to tell the poor wee mite.
DeleteGlad you liked them.
We could form a club....The poetry Dissemination Society.
PS. Bob thanks. I didn't notice at first. I don't think it is considered polite in the old world to commandeer folks posts. It's me what has done it and he's from Hull and if he likes it not he can go to hell. Or Hull.
DeleteLay off your rum rations in the afternoon Cap'n! You know it brings out the beast in you.
DeleteAdrian - I thought on your idea and have now amended my poem.
DeleteCute little poem YP.
ReplyDeleteThank you Carol.
DeleteOh, I do like that YP. It reminds me of the William Brighty Rands poems we knew as youngsters...
ReplyDeleteI recall reading a poem by him called "I See a New World" and you're right he also seemed to be grasping for something that was elusive, slippery
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