~The Poet’s Poet~
A thing that is hardly a thing
As vague as how long is a piece of string.
Trying hard to love the human race?
It’s difficult to love its ugly face.
All fish a tasty dish
Aside from red herrings.
Yankee Doodle Went to Town Riding on a Pony
But not Wynken, Blynken and Nod
Young and Old must take care of themselves
Or end up looking like the Wreck of the Hesperus.
Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow
To Thine Own Self Be True.
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
There is a Lady Sweet and Kind
The Minstrel Boy
The Great Adventurer
Horatius at the Bridge.
The Little Man Who Wasn’t There
A man of words and not of deeds
Watched in awe The Charge of the Light Brigade.
Crying out he could be heard to say Death Be Not Proud
The Day is Done.
In a shaken sieve the rubbish is left behind.
© Chris Black. March 2019.
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