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
- Альфред Теннисон – Леди Клара Вер-де-Вер
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Отторженность
- Orpheus by William Shakespeare
- Вера Полозкова – Это не прихоть, это не блажь
- Epigram by Samuel Coleridge
- Robert Burns: She’s Fair And Fause:
- Fate Knows No Tears
- Obdurant men, the worst of the abstinant by Miles
- Five Ways To Kill A Man poem – Andre Breton poems
- Spring Rain by Sara Teasdale
- The Nautical Why poem – Amy Nawrocki poems | Poems and Poetry
- Robert Burns: Talk Of Him That’s Far Awa:
- Fancy poem – John Keats poems
- Олег Бундур – Праздник встречи
- Song—O can ye Labour Lea? by Robert Burns
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.