S N E E Z Y I S M I S S I N G : a Difficult Day for the Snow White Gang. - (Definitely best heard rather than seen, as it works best with a pause for each development; but there is a reason for showing it here, as explained after the poem).
Well I woke up this morning
And thought "I'm feeling happy,"
But he really was grumpy
And I was still . . . s l e e p y.
We both felt bashful
Thinking he might be dopey :
That's how we ended
Up in the dock.
But Sneezy is missing
Yes Sneezy is missing
Oh Sneezy is missing
What Snow White is kissing -
Whatever ...
Tuesday 16th October 2012 6:06 pm
RHYMES FOR 'ORANGE' - two in a single sonnet !
PENGUINS ORANGE, PENGUINS GREEN :
(Verse written in part-payment for detective fiction bought from Mrs Ann Green)
Of all the things that come to me in boxes :
Tea, books, crockery, certain parts of foxes,
Postcards of Margate; stage awnings of Ben Nevis,
Or small still-animate occupants of corner, fold or crevice -
There's one that stirs the pen and makes its...
Wednesday 18th July 2012 8:16 am
ZAARDVAARK THE WORDSMITER
Hello everbody - Zaardvaark The Wordsmiter here.
Yes, that's Zaardvaark with a Z
Otherwise very similar to 'aardvark'
A word much favoured by those who like
To see the names of their concerns at the top of lists.
But the Zaardvaark is l a z y
Preferring not to be found too easily
In alphabetical listings (excep...
Wednesday 11th July 2012 7:34 am
ON FIRST LOOKING INTO THE EYES OF JOHNNY SOLSTICE
This one wasn't ever meant to be seen rather than heard, but as it gets further away from the time and audiences for which it was written, the poem still seems to go over OK with people who now usually haven't ever experienced the force of nature that is Johnny Solstice. So making its debut as reading matter is an account of how it was for me the first time I had the encounter. Comments are inv...
Thursday 5th July 2012 4:46 pm
A BORSETSHIRE FANTASY : O CAROLINE
Another that can be spoken or sung. If you need to ask what tune, this one probably isn't for you.
Sunday morning's Archers time :
Great Britain's all one county.
Breakfast in bed, and an hour sublime
Of Borset's rural bounty.
Who's done what with whom and when?
Is it fit to mention?
In this our longest, cleanest soap
With no family-splitting tension ...
Monday 2nd July 2012 9:19 am
DIDN'T YOU EVER SEE THINGS THIS WAY, WOODY?
Woody Guthrie's birth centenary is almost upon us (July 14) and it's time to deal with some uneasy feelings America's favourite folk song has always stirred in me. As a spoken piece my take on This Land Is Your Land ends with a change of tone and pace in the last line, which looks a bit flat on the page, working best in performance - when it can be followed by singing (reflectively rather than ...
Thursday 28th June 2012 2:21 pm
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