by Ashley Lister
This is a poem I read at a recent Dead Good Poets event. I've repeated it here (this week) because I think it summarises my thoughts on sad Valentines.
To His Recently Married Mistress
This is a poem I read at a recent Dead Good Poets event. I've repeated it here (this week) because I think it summarises my thoughts on sad Valentines.
To His Recently Married Mistress
(an addendum to Marvell’s poem)
Had we but world enough, and time,
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day;
This coyness, lady, were no crime.
We would sit down and think which way
To walk, and pass our long love's day;
But you’ve got plans until tommora
Watching Emerdale, TOWIE, Corra
Walking dogs, delousing cats
Shopping for shoes and women’s hats
Trawling round Asda. Then Tesco.
Complaining that the muggles are too damned slow
Checking out eBay, threatening to cook
Moaning about some shite from FaceBook
Tweeting bollocks (through GoodReads)
Bitching at the crap in your news feeds
Moaning always – around the clock
Doing any damned thing to avoid my cock.
Had we but world enough, and time again.
I’d likely do your sister – or perhaps I’d just do men.
Ash
