Y'know if ever I was on a TV show And the guy was gonna introduce me as 'a Poet' I'd tell him No! **** No!! They'd all switch off... immediately Or flee to another TV channel...quick!!! You'd wanna introduce me instead as the person who was definitely 'not a Poet' Call me a writer or somethin' else Tell them, this guy he's OK, yea he's alright Definitely 'not a Poet'.
'Cos I can remember being taught poetry at school as a kid How it scarred a lot of us You'd be given a poem to learn off by heart in one single night And of course you'd never be able to do that You'd need at least two nights So you'd be up all night trying to learn the ****** thing And you'd be thinking to yourself "surely this Poetry it's an Evil thing Some strange grown up guy's peculiar words That don't make any sense to me".
And so you'd go off to school the next day dreading it And then you'd be called upon to recite the thing You'd stand up and immediately be distracted by everyone's eyes fixed on you And also by the teacher's withering look You'd stumble through some of the words, then you'd lose your place, get stuck You'd flounder about, look lost and panicky... Then you'd lower your eyes...you'd give up. Then the teacher would humiliate you in front of the whole class.
Yea, Poetry was a ***** word to me as a kid And to a lot of other kids besides (I bet) It ought to have been hauled up before a Crimes against humanity Court.
Old memories from the past (I have a long memory). I hope no kid ever has to learn one of my ramblings (I must stipulate it in my Will) LoL.
As I gaze at the Midnight Moon, breathing slowly as I Sigh. It wishes Me Goodnight, and assures Me I won't Die. The Sun will show it's Face, after the Moon falls off to Sleep. When the new Day has Dawned, My Tears begin to Weep. Life was a Beautiful Teacher, that smothered Me with Kisses. Alas I forget all My Lessons, Hence I'm losing on the Blisses. Time was a cruel Companion, Which I lost somewhere on the Way. Love was just a Friend of Mine, Who One Day........ran Away.