Poems by Rothwell BishopRothwell wrote many poems and stories during his lifetime, of which here are a few. THE CAMELThough desert life is rigorousThe camel's life is vigorous In killing heat his master wilts But he plods on, on padded stilts At night sometimes his master freezes But with the cold he never wheezes. In truth he's learnt a better trick. His gift Is to lift His temperature when it is hot And lower it when it is not. Plod on, plod on, you surly brute I wish I had your thermostute (I know the word is thermostat, But couldn't find a rhyme for that.) THE CENTIPEDE'S REQUESTCobbler, cobbler, mend my shoeAnyone of a score will do Begin with the one that's a little tight The fifty-second on the right TRAGEDYDidn't the barmaid once sham pain?The answers no, for it was plain That while no lustful blackguard hit her Her loving dark stout porter bitter "Life's rum,"she said, but I'll not wine. My spirits, though I ale, shall shine. "Farewell," she cried, "madeirest dear." And sank down dead upon her beer. SOCIAL COMMENTInstant coffees, instant teasInstant beans and instant peas, Instant cardboard (as a dish) They politely say is fish Instant friendship, "This is Ben". And what on earth's his cognomen? Instant bank accounts and cheques, Instant love and instant sex. Could it be we're heading for Instant death and instant war? |
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