Them Days
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Them days, ah wuz the fastest
sonneteer in Came Bridge.
Ah'd be strollin' down the
East Road, mindin' ma
own biz niss, when some punk
with more guts than sense 'n
more stoo-pidity than eether
would jump aht from behind the APU 'n pull
a rusty Petrarchean on mi.
Weyull, ah'd let him have it
with the full sestet, before he'd even
cocked his octave.
But when ya the fastest,
there's allus that shadder, walkin' behind ya.
The know ledge that some where, some day,
one-a-those punks is gonna be faster 'nya imagined,
mebbe have the drop onya.
That's when ya start thinkin' there's
mebbe more ta life than a closen couplit.
'n ya slowly pull out each a the lines
a ya last katrain, one by one,
hang ya rhyme scheme over the fire place,
'n start contemplatin' settlin' down with
a herd a sestinas, 'n that little
free-verse po-um ya've allus fancied
but never quite got aroun' ta mentionin' too how ya feeyul.
[APU - Anglia Polytechnic University]
--
Peter
http://www.hphoward.demon.co.uk/poetry/
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