I'm Not Too Good At Poetry (part ii)
I wrote a poem back in my schooldays to relect the changes in modern society and the tribulations of horticulture in the modern age. The poem came up in conversation in work today, so I thought I'd share it with you.
Mary had a little lamb,
It's fleece was rather red.
The reason for this colour change,
Was a pickaxe to the head.
Beautiful.
And in case you missed it, here's the other, more sensitive poem I wrote more recently and posted.
Mary had a little lamb,
It's fleece was rather red.
The reason for this colour change,
Was a pickaxe to the head.
Beautiful.
And in case you missed it, here's the other, more sensitive poem I wrote more recently and posted.
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Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I've tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.
Look, there is a parrot crushed in a vice.
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