My Peter's Way
Posted: Mon Feb 28, 2011 12:38 pm
This is in another thread but I thought I would put it here for a laugh.
My Peter's Way
...and now, the end is near
and so I face the final verses.
My friends, I'll say it clear
I'm just not sure which the worse is:-
To rhyme the rhyme that's full
and measure each and every metre
or less, much less than this, just rhyme with Peter!
Regret, I'm sure you knew
had a colt, best not to mention,
the Roaring Days or Post Hole Mick or Hanrahan, or conception.
I planned each structured rhyme and carelessly inserted metre
and worse, much worse than this, I rhymed with Peter!
Yes, there were rhymes, I'm sure you knew,
that really stunk, well, worse than poo
and judges then they have no doubt,
they tear it up and throw it out.
I had to fail if I turned a tale, on rhymes with Peter!
I've wrote, edited and cried
and tried to kill my fear of losing
and now, my nib is dry, I'm thinking of, self abusing.
To think I'm old and fat
and may I say, a carpet beater,
just so, oh yes just so, I'll rhyme with Peter!
For what is a poet, what has he gaut?
if not a rhyme than he has naught.
To write the rhymes he truly feels (and not the lines he flamin steals).
The Judges know my poems blow and rhyme with Peter!
(from an original idea by Songwriters: Revaux, Jacques;Anka, Paul (Eng Lyr);Thibaut, Gilles;Francois, Claude)
Mal the Oldfart
My Peter's Way
...and now, the end is near
and so I face the final verses.
My friends, I'll say it clear
I'm just not sure which the worse is:-
To rhyme the rhyme that's full
and measure each and every metre
or less, much less than this, just rhyme with Peter!
Regret, I'm sure you knew
had a colt, best not to mention,
the Roaring Days or Post Hole Mick or Hanrahan, or conception.
I planned each structured rhyme and carelessly inserted metre
and worse, much worse than this, I rhymed with Peter!
Yes, there were rhymes, I'm sure you knew,
that really stunk, well, worse than poo
and judges then they have no doubt,
they tear it up and throw it out.
I had to fail if I turned a tale, on rhymes with Peter!
I've wrote, edited and cried
and tried to kill my fear of losing
and now, my nib is dry, I'm thinking of, self abusing.
To think I'm old and fat
and may I say, a carpet beater,
just so, oh yes just so, I'll rhyme with Peter!
For what is a poet, what has he gaut?
if not a rhyme than he has naught.
To write the rhymes he truly feels (and not the lines he flamin steals).
The Judges know my poems blow and rhyme with Peter!
(from an original idea by Songwriters: Revaux, Jacques;Anka, Paul (Eng Lyr);Thibaut, Gilles;Francois, Claude)
Mal the Oldfart
