TUM-TITTY-TUM
Our Gert allus moans
At all of my poems
She says as the all sound the same;
Just tum-titty-tum
And tum-titty-tum
And tum-titty-tum again.
When she complains
I try to explain
I’m finding my feet as a bard;
But she says as my verse
Is getting much worse;
So I’m finding it ever so hard.
She says what I need
Is I ought to read
The Masters down literature’s line
She says “Not much beats
John Donne and John Keats
And Shakespeare for rhythm and rhyme”.
I’d never contest
That Our Gert knows best
In matters of everything
She’ll heap on the praise
And forcibly says
That Shakespeare was poetry’s king.
Iambic pentameters
That Shakespeare wrote
Blank verse as a rule of thumb,
And 14 line sonnets
And 5 Act plays
But he couldn’t do tum-titty-tum.
John Coopey
Wed 8th May 2024 18:05
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