Friday, November 16, 2012
I shall play at poetry! Wordy in the morning.
I shall brew the coffee at 3.30 in the morning!
I shall shower and get dressed, yea verily, forsooth
(Unless I want to be dirty in the morning)!
I shall banter with the lady neighbours over doughnuts;
I shall make them laugh! What, me flirty in the morning?
I shall contend with tendonopathy
And a slight backache, see? Hurty in the morning.
I shall tap out a sonata on the laptop keyboard:
Marvel at my proficiency! QWERTY in the morning!
Perhaps I shall repeat myself like old Miss Stein,
From here to infinity! Gertie in the morning!
I shall impersonate a 19th-century poetess
Sipping (delicately) her tea in the morning.
It's chilly now, but the sun will make it warmer;
November foliage, ah! real "purty" in the morning.
MC Tommy Def, grand master of freestyle,
Are you anything but white and nerdy in the morning?
Verses from the Tehillim, a song in a timeless tongue: try the language of the hymn --- words come out half-wrong. ...