This is for Aaron Rowe.
I turn, again, to perspiration
Dripping from nervous skin,
Not mine, mark you, but
That of Rin Tin Tin or Gunga Din,
Or Rasputin or Vera Lynn,
All brave in their own way,
From the last bite to stage fright,
From loyalty to royalty,
All looking to make their mark
By bugle, song, prayer or bark,
And in my dark anonymous corner
Last frequented by Little Jack Horner,
I look in the mirror, stick up my thumb,
And sigh with relief that I am dumb!
Chris Fernie, 2006
Poetry by Chris Fernie
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Written on 2006-10-21 at 22:54
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Bark of the Underdog
For renewed inspirationI turn, again, to perspiration
Dripping from nervous skin,
Not mine, mark you, but
That of Rin Tin Tin or Gunga Din,
Or Rasputin or Vera Lynn,
All brave in their own way,
From the last bite to stage fright,
From loyalty to royalty,
All looking to make their mark
By bugle, song, prayer or bark,
And in my dark anonymous corner
Last frequented by Little Jack Horner,
I look in the mirror, stick up my thumb,
And sigh with relief that I am dumb!
Chris Fernie, 2006
Poetry by Chris Fernie
Read 485 times
Written on 2006-10-21 at 22:54
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