Wednesday, 28 September 2011
MID WEEK METRICAL
In an attempt to raise the tone of this blog, I have decided that every Wednesday we will try and improve our minds with poetry. Let's start nice and easy, with a famous poem by acclaimed twentieth century British poet, Phillip Larkin.
This Be The Verse
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.
Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.
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