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
- Rememberance of that Power by sylvan lightbourne
- With No Experience In Such Matters by Stephen Dunn
- Юлия Друнина – В школе
- Otho The Great – Act I poem – John Keats poems
- To His Honour the Lieutenant-Governor by Phillis Wheatley
- Олег Григорьев – Яма
- Такахама Кёси – Грущу о былом
- Meditatio poem – Ezra Pound poems
- Robert Burns: Epistle To James Tennant Of Glenconner:
- Less Than The Cloud To The Wind by Sara Teasdale
- A Recantation by Rudyard Kipling
- The Perfect Wave by Shel Silverstein
- The Progress of Spring poem – Lord Alfred Tennyson poems
- Tests. by Walt Whitman
- Robert Burns: For The Sake O’ Somebody:
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.