When getting my nose in a book
Cured most things short of school,
It was worth ruining my eyes
To know I could still keep cool,
And deal out the old right hook
To dirty dogs twice my size.
Later, with inch-thick specs,
Evil was just my lark:
Me and my coat and fangs
Had ripping times in the dark.
The women I clubbed with sex!
I broke them up like meringues.
Don’t read much now: the dude
Who lets the girl down before
The hero arrives, the chap
Who’s yellow and keeps the store
Seem far too familiar. Get stewed:
Books are a load of crap.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Владимир Костров – Утро в Заборье
- Song at Sunset. by Walt Whitman
- Ольга Седакова – Ни темной старины заветные преданья
- Юргис Балтрушайтис – Ночная песня
- Николай Языков – Переезд через приморские Альпы
- Chronicle
- The Breeze at Dawn by Jelaluddin Rumi
- Crapulous Impression
- Гавриил Державин – Похвала комару
- Modest Sounds by Michael Brandon Odom
- A Wasted Illness by Thomas Hardy
- AN ODE FOR BEN JONSON by Robert Herrick
- On Flaxman’s Penelope by William Cowper
- Sonnet 39: O, how thy worth with manners may I sing by William Shakespeare
- Robert Burns: The Lament: Occasioned by the unfortunate issue of a Friend’s Amour.
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
Philip Arthur Larkin (1922-1985), Commander of the Order of the British Empire, a Fellow of the Royal Society of Literature, Cavalier of the Order of the Companions of Honour, was an English poet, novelist, and librarian.