And so now we've become the comic poet's club, I see.
Loved it, Robin. As I did Janet's exercising...
Doug
On 16-Jan-08, at 7:12 PM, Robin Hamilton wrote:
>> Anyway today's exercise was to imagine
>> oneself as a Victorian poet and write a rhyming poem to commemorate
>> the Tay
>> bridge disaster (girders collapse, train goes down in a howling
>> storm) that
>> was the subject of a truly dreadful poem by William (William?)
>> McGonagall.
>
> I wrote this a few years ago, anent the Great Tay Bridge Disaster:
>
> MCGONAGALL'S PRIVATE THOUGHTS
>
> Oh beautiful bridge over the silvery Tay,
> Bless me that I wasn't on the train that day:
> Truly a fearsome sight to see, but worse to be
> Stuck in a carriage on the middle span anyway.
> Thank you Lord, that I am here to write this poem today,
> Not sunk deep in the waters of the River Tay, a very
> cold place to be.
>
> R.
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