The Bright Red Rubber Band
Posted: Thu Sep 11, 2014 5:06 pm
The Bright Red Rubber Band
I saw a bright red rubber band upon the path today.
In fact, now that I think, I also saw it yesterday.
I'm pretty sure the day before I also saw it there.
For three days - maybe more - it's been subjected to the wear
Of the sun and of the rain, and of the rough, uncaring wind.
At last today I picked it up, and made sure it was binned.
It likely fell when I had gone to get my daily mail.
(I mostly keep these rubber bands. There's times, alas, I fail,
And so, it seems, on this occasion, that is what I did.
Well, now it's in the rubbish bin, with firmly fastened lid.)
Now, you might say, why write some verse about a rubber band?
Why bother that the couplets rhymed, and also that they scanned?
No one cares about a rubber band that's on the ground,
And whether it's forgotten, if it's lost, or if it's found,
Especially, if anyway, it ends up in the bin.
To occupy a reader in this way is just a sin.
I really cannot argue. This is all I have to say.
You do not have to read this. You can always turn away.
With luck, indeed, that's what you've done. I do not ask for more.
The writing is a bit of fun. The reading is a bore.
The poet should be dragged outside, be gagged and bound, then shot.
Again, I cannot argue, but I rather hope I'm not.
Stephen Whiteside 11.09.2014
I saw a bright red rubber band upon the path today.
In fact, now that I think, I also saw it yesterday.
I'm pretty sure the day before I also saw it there.
For three days - maybe more - it's been subjected to the wear
Of the sun and of the rain, and of the rough, uncaring wind.
At last today I picked it up, and made sure it was binned.
It likely fell when I had gone to get my daily mail.
(I mostly keep these rubber bands. There's times, alas, I fail,
And so, it seems, on this occasion, that is what I did.
Well, now it's in the rubbish bin, with firmly fastened lid.)
Now, you might say, why write some verse about a rubber band?
Why bother that the couplets rhymed, and also that they scanned?
No one cares about a rubber band that's on the ground,
And whether it's forgotten, if it's lost, or if it's found,
Especially, if anyway, it ends up in the bin.
To occupy a reader in this way is just a sin.
I really cannot argue. This is all I have to say.
You do not have to read this. You can always turn away.
With luck, indeed, that's what you've done. I do not ask for more.
The writing is a bit of fun. The reading is a bore.
The poet should be dragged outside, be gagged and bound, then shot.
Again, I cannot argue, but I rather hope I'm not.
Stephen Whiteside 11.09.2014
