Being away from home for a couple of nights has caused some slippage in the Daily Poems, so at this late point in the day your Editor has commandeered our faithful poetaster Rick O’Shea to provide one of his somewhat derivative pieces – let’s call it a found poem, culled from various undisclosed sources. Courtship is there in the very first line …
Booze my naughty sweetie gives to me
I’m gonna see my baby tonight in A Flat
By the banks of the cool Shalimar –
You closed your cover before striking
So what do you think about that?
The tardigrade resembles a crumpled vacuum cleaner bag
The tardigrade is only one millimetre long
The tardigrade will inherit the earth
Every silver lining has a cloud.
A cuckoo in the nest is worth beating about the bush
A kick up the bum can be eased by a potato poultice
And many a good tune is played on old bottles.
The slow worm catches the tortoise –
Calm down, dear –
Who put the ram in the rama lama ding dong?
Who walks in the classroom, cool and slow?
People in this country have had enough of experts.
Save water – have a bath with a friend
Red sky at night – the house is alight
Keep calm and carry on –
Things will all come right in the end
A loaf of bread a glass of wine and thou beside me in Luton
Nail the seaweed to the post
And cast thy potatoes upon the waters –
It’s the booze my naughty sweetie gives to me.
Rick O’Shea