Jun 2010
The Toves came by again last night
To rant and rave at me
But what they asked they had no right
As any fool could see
To rant and rave at me
Its pointless as I could not say
As any fool could see
And if I could I wouldn't anyway
Its pointless as I could not say
I do not talk with Toves
And if I could I wouldn't anyway
As everybody knows
I do not talk with Toves
They always treat me with contempt
As everybody knows
They just came barging in my tent
Demanding that I tell them things
But what they asked they had no right
Lording around as if they're kings
The Toves came by again last night
To rant and rave at me
But what they asked they had no right
As any fool could see
To rant and rave at me
Its pointless as I could not say
As any fool could see
And if I could I wouldn't anyway
Its pointless as I could not say
I do not talk with Toves
And if I could I wouldn't anyway
As everybody knows
I do not talk with Toves
They always treat me with contempt
As everybody knows
They just came barging in my tent
Demanding that I tell them things
But what they asked they had no right
Lording around as if they're kings
The Toves came by again last night
The first two lines of this poem just came to me in my sleep - that is to say, I woke up with them sounding in my head so I felt I should do something with them. The idea of writing a Pantoum hit me as I pondered where I could go with them and the rest just started happening. It took a draft and a re-write for this but here it is.
Copyright June 14, 2010 by Timothy Emil Birch
Copyright June 14, 2010 by Timothy Emil Birch
