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
- XIII: Some Verses: On A Report On The Death Of The Author by William Alexander
- Apples of Hesperides poem – Amy Lowell poems | Poems and Poetry
- Solar Eclipse by Siegfried Sassoon
- Владимир Солоухин – Теперь-то уж плакать нечего
- Passport by Mahmoud Darwish
- The Mortal One by Sharon Olds
- Hallowed Pleäces by William Barnes
- To One who Loved not Poetry by Sappho
- The Bull Of Bendylaw by Sylvia Plath
- To the Pay Toilet by Marge Piercy
- Robert Burns: A Bard’s Epitaph:
- 25 Minutes To Go by Shel Silverstein
- Turtledove of the Green Land – Dedicated to Tunisian poet, Huda Hajji by Nizar Sartawi
- Wardens Of The Wave poem – Alfred Austin
- Seeking Beauty by William Henry Davies
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.