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
- Юлия Друнина – Ветер с фронта
- Ballad about a stinking flower by Vinko Kalinic
- Владимир Маяковский – Что такое II Интернационал?.. (РОСТА №133)
- Lines Written In The Highlands After A Visit To Burns’s Country poem – John Keats poems
- Vespers poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Three Portraits Of Prince Charles poem – Andrew Lang poems
- It Is a Beauteous Evening by William Wordsworth
- Good Hours by Robert Frost
- A Flower Garden At Coleorton Hall, Leicestershire. by William Wordsworth
- Prelude: The Troops by Siegfried Sassoon
- Валерий Брюсов – Из наблюдений
- Степан Щипачев – Лил дождь осенний
- Sunstroke
- Новелла Матвеева – Ветер
- An Honest Poet’s Life Is Full Of Care by Malcolm Massiah
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.