The best kind of poetry

The other day, the Scotsman and I were reading poems to each other while lying in bed. But for everybody who knows us it is clear that we never read sophisticated stuff at bedtime. So we read out Spike Milligan to each other while crying with laughter. Here are our two favourites:

I- A silly poem
Said Hamlet to Ophelia
I’ll draw a sketch of thee
What kind of pencil shall I use
2B or not to 2B?

II- Ant and Eleph-Ant
Said a tiny ant
To the eleph-ant
“Mind how you tread in this clearing.”
But alas! Cruel fate!
She was crushed by the weight
Of an elephant, hard of hearing.

Well done, Spike! We knew you were ill. But we love you, still.

 

 

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