When I set myself the task of finding a poem to post this week I had no idea how difficult it might be. Most of the poetry I found (and liked) was about death, grief and broken hearts and I didn’t want to go there. I am also a little nervous about posting poems that are subject to copyright. I think the one I have found overcomes these obstacles. It is called:
Last night while I sat watching
There came a dream so fair
A television drama packed
With all its usual flair
The Thane of Fife had a carving knive
And a damned spot plagued the Queen
While the virtues of Palmolive Soap
Were lauded in between
Then Lancelot mused a little space
And Shylock rocked with glee
‘ A pound of that poor merchant’s flesh
Will fare me well for tea’.
The fate of kings and clowns and queens
Is often cruel and crude
As Joan of Ark was heard remark
When she was barbecued.
But on with the dance, here’s Hungry Jack
And a dozen females squeal and quack
The virtues of a tasty snack.
If life is dull and you are bored
See Westpac; splash out; buy a Ford!
A notation says it comes from a poem by Jim Jones called Sixty Minutes and brought up to date by an anonymous would-be poet.