Monday, August 15, 2011

a good poet

i'm glad i'm not emily bronte,
what a miserable life led she...
she didn't have cadburys dairy milk,
and nobody came for tea.

she sat and wrote and sat and thought
and contemplated sorrow.
her frail young body questioned
if it would get up tomorrow.

she had a bloke, but shut him out
along with fun and laughter.
she'd go for walks and spot a bird
and cry for ages after...

you wouldn't want her over much
at christmas for a party.
she wasn't what you'd call 'a goer'
or 'a laugh', or 'hearty'.

i'm glad i'm not emily bronte,
her life was just a curse.
she wasn't big on fun fairs
but she wrote some cracking verse.