Friday, 26 February 2010

Modern Poetry

We’re in the middle
of a poetry reading

almost as if
Milton was there

slight and wan
blind as a mole

lusting for epic
famous as Shakespeare

when Andrew burps

“What do you say?”
a lady whispers

“Oooops!” he answers
“What do you say!!?”

waiting for a “Pardon me”.
He looks around

sweet as a bard
‘A piglet!’ he says

‘I’m a pig!’

1 comment:

  1. A perfect contrast!

    It's as if your son has inadvertently reminded us of the face value of things given such an ostentatious and pompous atmosphere.