POESY FOR LAVENDERBLUE under the light of the moon
Shall I compare thee to a Szwagier Sonnet ?
Thou art more temperamental and more joyous.
The darling winds of Duck ?
The damning sins of Quack?
Nay thou art more mischief-like than that.
I shall send you chocs
In a forever-new box
Within sight of a silvery spoon.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
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I fear my taste in poetry tends to the banal - McGonagall and suchlike. Immortal lines lodged in the memory are those penned by Alfred Austin - surely the most ludicrous of Poets Laureate - "On the Illness of the Prince of Wales" [Bertie Tum-tum, Vicky's son - not Charlie Tampon]:
"Along the wires the electric message came:
"He is no better, he is much the same".
Don't give up your day job, you lovely person.
Needless to say, the eponymous heroine is glowing like a sixteen year old and the ShyZulu is bound to be fighting her off before his return to his homeland.
All I can say is that if someone were to compare me to a sonnet written by me, I'd have to think very carefully about whether to say "thank you" or something a little more... pithy.
Zola must try harder to grab yer goolies I guess.
Just wait.
ZoZO
You are made in heaven..and I am writing something to say to you, a thank you, if you like............but deeper
Behave yer self LB that damned beadle keeps looking at me from his watch-tower. we could be googled too if we are not careful.
Just imagine goolied and googled.
I must concentrate on me poetry selection for this good night but it seems to be getting harder all the time.
What seems to be getting harder ?
That which goes deeper
I preferred the one about 'The Lady from Crewe'.
Ladies from Crewe? Surely that is a total contradiction in itself !
BTW : like to know more I would.
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