A brief break from the nail-biting fictional dystopia to honour World Poetry Day – 21st March. Here it is, for better or worse, something silly – a little light verse.
What’s up with Dave?
There was always something odd about Dave,
Maybe it was the shouting at trees?
The fact he ate slugs, and lived in a cave,
Or perhaps ‘cos his friends were all bees.
From his fondness for swearing,
And demeanour – quite scary;
To the mask he was wearing,
He made most folks wary.
I saw him while fishing,
He seemed fairly chipper;
Although his jacket was missing,
And his tie was a kipper!
It’s easy to smirk,
To snigger and stare;
But Dave is no jerk,
He’s an odd billionaire.
I took my snake out for a walk today,
Down to the lake with the talking carp;
While I sat and watched pink elephants play,
He splashed about, it was such a lark.
Sparrows roared, then danced a jig,
A duckling laughed, and clapped with glee;
I found it strange, my eyes grew big,
Maybe someone’s spiked my tea?
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