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
- Николай Гумилев – За часом час бежит и падает во тьму
- The First Part: Sonnet 14 – Nor Arne, nor Mincius, nor stately Tiber, by William Drummond
- Holding my heart for YOU by Neelam Sinha
- Villanelle: Oscar Victorius by T. Wignesan
- mine danse macabre doppelganger by matthew scott harris
- Sport
- Вера Звягинцева – На смерть Есенина
- Jerusalem Delivered – Book 01 – part 01 by Torquato Tasso
- What the Sexton Said by Vachel Lindsay
- Ольга Берггольц – А помнишь
- This Dog by Rabindranath Tagore
- Степан Щипачев – Ровеснику
- Autumnal Sonnet by William Allingham
- November by William Cullen Bryant
- The Name poem – Alexander Pushkin
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.