POETRY CORNER

Richard has taken on Robert's challenge in making up poems and I must admit that some of his stuff is pretty good especially his latest effort. It reminds me of John Cooper-Clark'e work (Manchester beat/pop poet - check him out on-line).

Robert's influences are still William McGonagall, Samuel Taylor Coleridge and C.S. Lewis with a bit of Trent Horn thrown in.

Anyway, after Richard's slagging off of me in a poem here's one right back at him in Cooper-Clarke's style:

There's an old man at home, sitting all alone, In his worn-out armchair, a place he calls his throne. With his fiddle in hand and his slippers on tight, He settles in for the evening, everything just right.

His stories are old, but he tells them with pride, Of times long gone and the people who've died. He remembers his gigs like the back of his hand, And especially the few, with the Prowse Brothers band.

He's seen his fair share of troubles and strife, But he's still here, living his best life. His body is frail, but his mind is still sharp, He's got a lot of life left, no need to harp.

The world has changed, but he's stayed the same, A constant in a world of flux and flame. He takes it all in stride, never losing his cool, A wise old man, a cherished jewel.

So here's to the old man, sitting at home, In his worn-out armchair, never alone. May he live a long life, full of joy and cheer, And when his time comes, may he have no fear.