Wocky Jivvy: Poetry and Art "When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden's green and gold,
Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mould;
And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart,
Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, "It's pretty, but is it Art?"
from Rudyard Kipling's The Conundrum of the Workshops

divider line and nothing more

* Poetry: Poems of Folly

Good King...

Good King Wenceslas looked out
on the feast of Eustace
saying to a passing trout -
nothing rhymes with Eustace

"Maybe not" the trout replied
taking off his glasses
"But you might at least have tried"
(cows enjoy molasses)

"Look beyond the harbour light
tell me what is sailing
I no longer see the sight
for my toes are failing"

"Nothing but a virtual tree
gaily hung with presents
tartan slippers, two or three
and a brace of pheasants"

"Fetch the pheasants ere they drown
garnish them with spices
roast them till they're golden brown
serve them up with ices

We shall have a merry pheast
trout and king together
kingy man and swimmy beast
clad in yellow leather"

Quoth the raven "nevermore
shall I dine with Wency
he has gone to distant shore
we won't him again see

Why did he desert us so
on the feast of Steven?"
(from the distance "HoHoHo
Santa Claus gets even")

If you've read it to the end
don't be disappointed
Merry Christmas, cyber-friend.
(pigs are double jointed)

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