Poetry Blog by Paul Nunn
It's a dirty job...
Out of the van and onto the farm,
A professional person exuding calm.
In a shirt and tie, with trousers pressed,
The neat appearance by my boss stressed.
Around the corner comes the herdsman,
Asking for details of a pregnancy scan,
At half past 7 he’ll have to wait,
For office hours to fix a date.
The female party, her name I’ve been told,
Is ‘Buttercup’, a Jer...
Thursday 18th May 2017 7:11 am
21st Century Folly
On June 23rd the people chose
They chose to leave the club
They chose to stand alone
And they chose to snub.
They snubbed the whole of Europe
They took their toys and turned
They turned away from commonsense
And forget all that they’d learned.
They turned inward and gazed
Stared hard at their navels
Their children’s futures narrowed
As the parents turned ...
Tuesday 31st January 2017 11:06 pm
What falls...
I wandered lonely as a cloud,
Grey rather than white,
A seagull flew right through me,
And gave me such a fright.
His bill had punctured me,
And I began to rain,
I bled and bled my cargo,
But still I felt no pain.
The seagull flew right on,
And dropped his cargo too,
A chip eating seaside goer,
All splattered with poo!
So while I wander like a cloud,
And sometimes I feel grey,
At lea...
Sunday 29th January 2017 3:57 pm
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