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
- Simple Heart
- Love Song
- Endless Time by Rabindranath Tagore
- A REQUEST TO THE GRACES by Robert Herrick
- I Sing the Body Electric. by Walt Whitman
- Владимир Бенедиктов – Напоминание
- On Flaxman’s Penelope by William Cowper
- Василий Лебедев-Кумач – Солнце садится
- On Passing The New Menin Gate by Siegfried Sassoon
- Lover’s Gifts II: Come to My Garden Walk by Rabindranath Tagore
- An Essay On Criticism poem – Alexander Pope
- The Grasshopper
- Олег Бундур – Копуша
- buckingham_palace.html
- Владимир Британишский – Наш учитель истории
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.