harry hayes Posted February 17, 2009 Report Share Posted February 17, 2009 PASS THE GREEN CRAYON. By Warner B Wordsworth. I'm thinking of writing a poem, T'will great fame to me; Royalties by the million, The "Beeb" and ITV An invitation to the palace, Yours truly on one knee; Arise Sir Warner Wordsworth, Or, Sir Warner O.B.E. There are a thousand fish in every pond, Only one or two you see; The rest swim round the bottom, Yes, one of them is me. Inspiration does elude me, Frustration makes me sad; My best ideas come in the bath, Well, two a year's not bad. My wife, she takes the cynic route, What rhymes with "battle axe"; "You're showing signs of madness, Why don,t you just relax." So who reads poetry anyway? My last got zero hits; The Philistine British public, Can get right on your .... nerves. So I'm not going to write this poem, Another thought enters my head; Kings of France and famous poets, Each and everyone is dead. Wanna B Wordsworth aka Harry Hayes. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Mary Posted February 18, 2009 Report Share Posted February 18, 2009 Love it! Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Jerry Posted March 9, 2009 Report Share Posted March 9, 2009 Beauty. Had to stop for a long laugh in the middle where one takes a bath twice a year whether it is needed or not. H.H. is a bard for our times. Truly. Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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