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
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- Sonnet CXV by William Shakespeare
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- Lord Gregory: A Ballad by Robert Burns
- Яков Полонский – Не жди
- Омар Хайям – Не выращивай в сердце печали росток
- Old Times by Rixa white
- Шекспир – Прекрасный облик в зеркале ты видишь – Сонет 3
- Юлия Жадовская – Да, я вижу
- On Certain Ladies poem – Alexander Pope poems | Poetry Monster
- Владимир Маяковский – Рабочий, не смотри Антанте в рот… (РОСТА №173)
- Poor Mailie’s Elegy by Robert Burns
- Braga by Walid Saba
- Persian Poem poem – Amir Khusro poems | Poems and Poetry
- Blistering Attack by Satish Verma
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.