DEAD POETS’ SOCIETY!” a poem 02/10/19 (SUNDAY)
THE MYSTIC POET HAS-BEEN DISCOVERED D E A D,
With a message carved into his head!
IN HIS HAND-WRITING, was “dug in:”
“I DID IT! ME!” (and he wore a big grin!)
And-when, in The Afterlife, The Poet arrived,
A million drunken angels! Each one he “high- < > -FiVed!”
THEY HAD A BIG, HOLY SUPPER, WITH BREAD &-A-LOTTA-WINE!
“At last,” They said, “The Master (pause)
- Wisdom & Kindness
- And who in this world knows?
- And beheld an immense glory
Flooding with fire the drops
Spilled on miraculous leaves
Of the fresh green lime-tree tops.
- The rain was ending, and light
Lifting the leaden skies.
It shone upon ceiling and floor
And dazzled a child’s eyes.
- Woods ~ So old now