Any fool who cannot write poetry But can skim the first few lines may become The judge and jury and jailer of me Or you or of anyone not as dumb As this self-appointed arbiter is This tempest-in-a-teapot not-so-hot Who could burst the bubbles in a gin fizz By sheer and self-anointed dullardry
And so every day the real poets pay As they pray this gasbag will float away But until he does he creates his buzz As he gets his kick from making us sick While he stars in his deconstructive play Till it all goes back to the way it was If tempest-tossed and slightly overwrought With the exception that we all agree
On one thing at least Having tamed the beast And booted the fool Together Our weather Is quiet and cool
It's best not to let others bother you. A good friend of mine used to say 'If something irritates you, look for the wound within' and I found much wisdom in this. As always you write with skill and I appreciate your talent. I don't know who the 'gas bag' is but it is unlikely that he'll recognise himself in your work.
Hope life is treating you well.
Chanti
I resent that, young man. I am not a gasbag. I am a know-it-all!
LOL:)
Oh, you weren't talking about me. WOW, do I feel foolish. YUCK, YUCK! It was an enjoyable write.
God Bless,
Lew
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Hope life is treating you well.
Chanti
LOL:)
Oh, you weren't talking about me. WOW, do I feel foolish. YUCK, YUCK! It was an enjoyable write.
God Bless,
Lew
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