There was a young man called Grubb
Who wrote verse in his local pub.
The publican, named Monk
Said, “you’re drunk,
But your verse it is really quite good!”.
There Was A Young Man Called Grubb
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Monthly Archives: October 2018
An Elderly Billionaire Called Paul
An elderly billionaire called Paul
Lived in a very grand hall.
His young wife Claire
Left her shoes on the stair
And inherited that very grand hall …
He Thinks On Water Nymphs
He thinks
On water nymphs
Who do not care.
The flow
Will go
Nowhere.
“If Everybody Is In”, a poem about homelessness
Crisis is a charity which does excellent work aimed at tackling homelessness in the United Kingdom. The charity’s poet in residence has written a powerful poem “If Everybody Is in”, which can be found in the video below:,
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tvazchNXOno.
Kevin
Churchill
A fascinating podcast in which the historian Andrew Roberts discusses his new biography of Winston Churchill, (https://audioboom.com/posts/7039259-churchill-andrew-roberts-in-conversation-with-robert-tombs).
While the conversation between Robert Tombs and Roberts is both interesting and witty, I found the questions posed by members of the audience, following on from the discussion rather more illuminating.
While Roberts is by no means uncritical of Churchill he is (as indeed am I) an admirer of the man who played a pivotal role in saving Europe from Nazi tyranny, and we should all be eternally grateful to Churchill for doing so.
There Was A Young Heiress Called Kate
There was a young heiress called Kate
Who lived on a country estate.
Her father, Lord Moore
Was so fond of the poor
That he left them his estate!
A Drawing Of The Curtain
A drawing of the curtain.
Satan does yawn
For it is certain
That the forlorn
Scene will replay
Tomorrow and today.
He will pay
And she will,
In the still
Of night remember
May in December
And pay
In her own particular way.
I Knew A Pretty Brunette
I knew a pretty brunette
Who went by the name of Yvette.
My good friend Jim
Married a blonde named Kim,
Who used to be Yvette!
“Sic Vita” by Henry King
I awoke at a little after 3:30 this morning and got up in order to quench my thirst. As I moved through my home the cry of an owl reached my ears, which brought to mind “Sic Vita” by Henry King:
“Like to the falling of a star,
Or as the flights of eagles are,
Or like the fresh spring’s gaudy hue,
Or silver drops of morning dew,
Or like a wind that chafes the flood,
Or bubbles which on water stood:
Even such is man, whose borrowed light
Is straight called in, and paid to night.
The wind blows out, the bubble dies,
The spring entombed in autumn lies,
The dew dries up, the star is shot,
The flight is past, and man forgot”.
There Was A Young Lady Called Holly
There was a young lady called Holly
Who lived in an ancient folly.
One day at dawn
She looked forlorn
So I joined her in her folly …
K Morris - Poet 