Kirklees writers bring their work to lunch, chew it over, then post it.
Love this, Chris. I imagine someone somewhere will be reading both poems 250 years from now.
A gloriously cheeky riff on Wordsworth and just what his words are worth now. Thanks for this poem, Chris.
I wandered lonely as a cloudWhen above my head a buzzing soundI look to the skyAnd see a droneA mechanical voice shoutingSTAY AT HOME!I'll leave the proper poetry to you mate ��
Love this, Chris. I imagine someone somewhere will be reading both poems 250 years from now.
ReplyDeleteA gloriously cheeky riff on Wordsworth and just what his words are worth now. Thanks for this poem, Chris.
ReplyDeleteI wandered lonely as a cloud
ReplyDeleteWhen above my head a buzzing sound
I look to the sky
And see a drone
A mechanical voice shouting
STAY AT HOME!
I'll leave the proper poetry to you mate ��