I did forget to mention, I am travelling all over the Irish countryside at the minute- so my posts might not be on time. I realize I may be late, but the poems are there. Just didn't have a chance to put them here. On a side note, Ireland is a poets paradise.
It takes a special
Sort of knack
To disregard
Fact
For poesy.
Take a thumping
Big castle
For example
And place
A poet
On a bench
Facing
It's buxom backside.
And what will
She say?
"The sky is blue
The sun is shining
There is dinner
To be had
With a punctual friend
And I am going
To be late.
As always.
The castle is there
It always
Will be
But the sky is blue
And there is dinner
To be had
With a punctual friend
Compared to taht
The castle
Means nothing."
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