Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts

Sunday, 10 March 2013

sports for dummies and other poems


                                                         Sports for Dummies
 
Tell us how you broke the world high jump record
 
 
So, Graham - 
If you would -
In your own words –
Tell us how you broke the world high jump record.
 
Well – I – erm –
Ran as fast as I could -
 
Yes?
 
Towards the bar -
 
Yes?
 
And – when I was almost up to it -
About a step from it -
 
Yes?
 
I jumped up
As high as I could.
 
Thanks Graham -
That was great.
 
                                                             
                           
                                 For the Incompetents
 
 
Ginsberg good looks no longer de rigueur
 
 
We are the incompetents:
Plimsolls sadly spare;
Grisly in granny-spun hair;
Ginsberg good looks
No longer de rigueur.
 
We who saw her standing there:
Discarded among coffee cups;
Lounging in corduroy;
Forlorn butt-ends of former days,
Making a spectacle of ourselves.
 
Timothy Leary’s dead-beats.
 
Imagine us
Without our ono specs:
Moles emerging from four thousand holes.
 
Our furrowed faces for you to slap;
Nicotine knuckles for you to rap.
 
Give your dog a boney-moroney Tony,
To keep your cupboard from being bare.
 
Spare a penny for an old guy.