When getting my nose in a book
Cured most things short of school,
It was worth ruining my eyes
To know I could still keep cool,
And deal out the old right hook
To dirty dogs twice my size.
Later, with inch-thick specs,
Evil was just my lark:
Me and my coat and fangs
Had ripping times in the dark.
The women I clubbed with sex!
I broke them up like meringues.
Don’t read much now: the dude
Who lets the girl down before
The hero arrives, the chap
Who’s yellow and keeps the store
Seem far too familiar. Get stewed:
Books are a load of crap.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Маяковский – Шумики, шумы и шумищи
- On a Forenoon of Spring by William Allingham
- Impresa by Satish Verma
- Владимир Набоков – Лыжный прыжок
- Rivulose poem – A. R. Ammons poems | Poetry Monster
- The Nap Taker by Shel Silverstein
- October by Robert Frost
- To a Discarded Toast by William Somervile
- The Fountain by Sara Teasdale
- Speaking the Language of Deer by Martin Willitts Jr.
- Precious Pearl by Vaishnavi Prakash
- Toad Dreams by Marge Piercy
- Book Review – The Elements of Style by Strunk and White
- Владимир Британишский – Царство – одно, но России-то – две
- Friend, your white beard sweeps the ground by Stephen Crane
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
Philip Arthur Larkin (1922-1985), Commander of the Order of the British Empire, a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, Cavalier of the Order of the Companions of Honour, was an English poet, novelist, and librarian.