A Red, Red Nose
A Red, Red Nose
After Robert Burns, “A Red, Red Rose” O my lover has a red, red nose And she can’t sing a tune; O my lover has a nasal squawk Just like a lovelorn loon. So bosomy you are my love, So racked with lust am I, That I will love you most, my dear, When you revere my fly. When you revere my fly, my dear, My mind spins like a top And I will love you more my love When swiving you won’t stop. O you did well, my red-nosed love! But we must rest awhile! And I will come again, my dear, So my red nose will smile. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poe...a-red-red-rose |
Ralph,
This is great! |
What Douglas said.
It's humorous that ‘squawk’ should overlayBest Erik |
Douglas and Erik, thanks for looking in!
I'm chilling at my metaphorical geezers' home, and drooling. We’re Uncool Seven old men at the Goodbye Convalescent We’re uncool. We Now drool. We Eat early. We Act squirrely. We Stay up late. We Fight fate. We Watch porn. We Are reborn. After Gwendolyn Brooks, “We Real Cool” https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poe...2/we-real-cool |
Hey, that's my life! Don't mock it.
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I do like that homage to Gwendolyn Brooks.
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A real verse from a real Valentine card sent by a real poet to a real beloved...
My Love is like a sad old lag That’s newly sprung from jail My love is like jiffy bag Recycled in the mail But still for you, my bonny lad They hold what’s tried and true Though both have weathered good and bad They still do what they do. The one is tentative and slow The other slack and battered But both have many miles to go And hold what’s always mattered And still for you, my bonny lad My love is tried and true And though it’s weathered good and bad It’s always here for you. |
Red Drivel
My love’s like red, red wine When fortified, Port, bold as a stop sign You must abide. No, not that red, redbird that flew Off with a red, red song: I am resounding a--b-lue, b-lue--bird all day long! The red, red storm-alert scared us to death, Until it proved so often a red-herring Bellowing doom, it lost all power of scaring: We ran as much as we now save our breath. s |
Ed, I hear you, hear you like an echo!
John, yes hers is as perfect as it could be. Ann, yours is lovely and whoever received it was a lucky and I’d bet ever happier lad. Erik, at the rate you’re revising, you’ll soon have a chapbook of Red on Red? |
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